A Parisian Romance — page 83: what you’re looking at

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74 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. leveled at the contrasting types, the one severe and classical in the purity of its outlines, and the other bright and rianée in its brilliaucy of coloring. Henri de Targy, as he stood in the back of the box and watched his wife’s smiling face as she chatted gayly with the young elegantes who had crowded in during the entr’ acte, rejoiced in her en- joyment; but if troubles destroy happiness, it is equally true that pleasures disturb it, and he could not restrain a slight feeling of regret for the old, quiet days at Sainte Roche, when every mo- ment of Marcelle’s time had belonged to him and to him alone. With her it was far different. She adored Paris, and everything in its glitter and splendor was novel and delightful to her. She was like a young bird just trying its wings and con- scious of its power, and she had not yet learned the truth of that saying of Christine of Sweden, “The one who seeks too eagerly for amusement ends by obtaining naught but ennui.” “Juliani is surpassing himself to-night,” said Vaumartin, who with Tirandel, looking as sleepy and handsome as ever, had entered the box. “Yes,” said Madame Chevrial, “his voice is par- ticularly well suited to the music. I have never seen him when he was so fine.” “He has given up his projected tour, I under- stand.” “Ask Madame de Targy,” said the baron, who from a point of vantage behind Marcelle’s chair Eomicbooks.Go