A Parisian Romance — page 73: what you’re looking at

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64 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. of the pretty young matron, flushed with her first social triumphs. “T have staid,” she said, “because I always like to be in your house. It is such a pleasure to witness the happiness of you and your good husband,” with a little nod to Henri, who stood close beside his wife. At these words, the baron’s eyes contracted. “That is meant for me,” he thought, but in this he did the baroness an injustice, for her remarks had been without any arriere-pensive whatever. “Pardon me, is not this monsieur’s?” Chevrial turned, and saw standing just behind him, carrying an overcoat and a hat, the pretty maid he had noticed in the dressing-room, The baron’s expression changed. “Exactly,” he said, with a bold stare of admira- tion. “A little help, please.” As the girl finished helping him into his overcoat, he slipped a piece of silver into her hand, and whispered, with his back turned to the others: “You have the hands of a duchess, my dear.” _ The girl drew back, offended, and half alarmed, and the baron calmly advanced to take farewell, of Marcelle. “Once more, baron, thank you for coming.” “Ah! madam, I love the world, I love lights, music, handsome toilets, and beautiful women. I have had a most delightful evening, and it is for me to thank you,” and he bowed low over her hand. = Gomicbooks. co