Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 175: what you’re looking at

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166 FLORINE. CHAPTER XX. FLORINE. ‘‘What a sweet, pretty face!’’ Arthur and Gertrude had been settled in Nice fora month or more before Dick Forrest, who had found it nec- essary to goup to Paris fora couple of weeks, reached there. Dick, on his arrival, straightway proceeded to establish himself in comfortable bachelor quarters, fitted up to suit his own rather Bohemian tastes. He was delightfully located, in apartments overlooking the Mediterranean, and had the advantage of occupying the entire floor. As soon as he was settled his first act was to bid his friends from the Villa Mignonne to breakfast with him, and it was on this occasion that the foregoing remark was made. Gertrude, in tripping through the rooms, examin- ing, woman-fashion, everything there and expressing, in the frankest terms, her approval or disapproval, had sud- denly lit upon a pile of photographs tossed in adrawer. As Miss Cameron, who had just risen from the piano, where she had been singing snatches of Italian songs in a pure, contralto voice, did not hear her exclamation, she repeated: ‘‘Look, Miss Cameron, is she not lovely? Such eyes, and that dear baby mouth. Mr. Dick, I say, who is this angel?” The two men, who were finishing their cigarettes on the sunny balcony, looked up, and Dick called into the room, gayly: ‘“‘Oh, dear, what has she found now? At any rate, I fear there are but few pairs of wings to be found in my collec. | COMMEMOOKS. COR