A Parisian Romance — page 84: what you’re looking at

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ih A PARISIAN ROMANCE, 75 had been ogling the house. “She is an intimate friend of his.” “Hardly that,” said Marcelle, blushing slightly, “but lam very proud to bea pupil of his. No, he has not abandoned his tour to South America, but he has postponed it, I believe, for six months.” “Does he go alone?” “No, he will take with him an opera troupe, and be his own impresario. He finds great advantage in that, he says.” “It is a pity his most promising pupil cannot be the leader of that troupe,” said Vaumartin, with a flattering bow. “Ah! Iam not my own mistress, and my hus- band would not hear of it,” and she lifted her eyes to De Targy with a smile full of affection. She had not yet learned to disguise her feelings, and it was patent to even the most careless observer that Mar- celle de Targy was that anomaly in Parisian society, a wife in love with her husband. Baron Chevrial bent over her chair, until his mustache almost touched her fair, white neck. “How I envy Monsieur de Targy,” he said, in low, silky tones. “What would I not give for a smile like that!” Marcelle made no reply, but she shivered slightly, and she drew her opera cloak over her shoulders. Armande Chevrial caught the half-whispered words, and a look of contempt swept across her face, She knew her husband only too well, and she Gomichbooksrco im