A Parisian Romance — page 88: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE, 79 He had once been heard to remark that if one had enough money to purchase all the consciences that were for sale, bought them at what they were worth and sold them at the price their owners estimated them, no more paying business could be imagined. He could urdoubtedly have cited many examples to prove the truth of this opinion, but, had he at- tempted to base all his transactions upon it, he would Brauepiy have eventually met with ship- wreck. His cigarette finished, he left the brilliantly lighted lobby, with its gilding and frescoes, and mounting the stairs, entered a long, narrow passage to the left of the boxes on the second tier. A few steps in front of him, proceeding in the same direc- tion, was a broad-shouldered figure, which he recog- nized as that of Doctor Chesnel. “Doctor!” he called, quickening his steps a little. “Doctor!” : The doctor turned, not too well pleased at the en- counter. “Good-evening, baron,” he said, politely enough. The baron laughed. “Caught, eh, my dear fellow,” le said, with a knowing wink. “Bound on the same errand as myself.” “Bound in the same direction, but hardly on the same errand.” “Bah! Why did you seek the appointment of physician to the opera, To flirt with the damsels of GEomichbookssGo im t? td: