A Parisian Romance — page 74: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 65 “Good-night, dear madam,” said his wife. “We shall be friends, shall we not?” exclaimed, Marcelle, impulsively. “We are so, already,” was the earnest response. “Maria,” said Marcelle, a few moments later. “Madam?” “You can tell the servants they can retire. itis too late to put things to rights to-night.” “Very well, madam.” “And TIshall not want you again to-night; you must be fatigued.” “Oh! no, madam. I was so interested in look- ing at the dresses.” Maria had been Madame de Targy’s maid since her marriage; she was a good girl, and Marcelle allowed her a certain familiarity. “There were some pretty dresses, were there not?” “Oh! yes, madam. Madame de Chevrial’s was beautiful.” “Yes, she looked very handsome.” “Yes, madam, and she is avery kind lady; it is a shame that she should have such a queer man for her husband.” “What?” “Ah! madam, he always says such horrid things to you and puts his face so close to you. I never saw such a monkey.” Henri, who had thrown himself down upon a divan, laughed aloud, and even Marcelle could not restrain a smile, although she said severely enough: Gomicbooksrco im