Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 150: what you’re looking at

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A GOLDEN FUTURE PREDICTED. 141 Both were stylishly dressed; the elder in a well-made tailor suit, and bonnet of a quiet shade of brown; the younger in a long coat of tan-color, loosely fitting, and a jaunty straw hat covered with roses. The elder was speaking English in quick, jerky tones, with a French accent. ‘*Yes,’’ she was saying, nodding her head, ‘‘it certainly was a success, and you should be very proud. The applause when you and Le Maire had finished the duo was deafen- ing, positively.’’ ‘‘Was I in good voice?’’ asked the other, eagerly. ‘‘Never better; you sang like a bird, and your acting, my child—well, I predict a glorious future for you, if you do nothing rash,”’ “Oh, I’m not likely to make a faux pas so long as I’m under your protecting wing, Madame Philippe,’’ returned the girl, with a light laugh. ‘Without you——”’ ‘‘Without me mademoiselle would be very unsafe, for Paris,’’ said Madame Philippe, dramatically, raising her faded eyes to the clouds, floating above their heads, ‘‘is a dangerous place for a young and beautiful woman alone. I know it, from beginning to end, and will never permit harm to come to you.”’ “Tt was a good thought of Fabbricotti’s, hunting you up, wasn’t it???’ resumed the girl. ‘‘He insisted that we must have some one to look after us, as soon as we landed, as it wasn’t comme il faut for us to be without a chaperon in the party, even though we were five women together. Evelyn Brant, who was in Paris several years ago, and had taken lessons of you, suddenly recollected you and inquired whether you were busy. She found out you weren’t and suggested your name to Fabbricotti. He agreed, and you Gomichbooks (€(0)