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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 83 present, charming as your society is, I must tear myself away. I have my costume to change. Good- night, doctor.” “Good-night, my dear. You do not look as if you needed my services.” “No, thank Heaven for that. I am disgustingly healthy !” “Tt is cruel to tear yourself away,” murmured the baron, his little eyes gloating upon the splendid specimen of womanhood before him. “When my duty calls, mon cher, pleasure must give way. Oh! by the way, I am worried about those investments.” The baron’s face assumed an expression of keen interest. “Indeed,” he asked. “Why?” “Not time to tell you now. I will call upon you to-morrow, perhaps. Your advice is invaluable to me.” “Would that my love was, also.” Her clear gray eyes swept over his face, haggard with dissipation, and his attenuated form, with a look of amusement. “Keep those sweet speeches for those who believe them!” she retorted. “Au revoir!” and she moved away with the broad, free grace, peculiar to herself. “That woman always reminds me of Diana,” said the doctor. “Confound her!” replied the baron, nervously : | Eomicbooks com