Sealed Lips — page 49: what you’re looking at

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SHALED LIPS. 41 he had over Antoine. There is no good diplomacy without confederates. When they reached the sidewalk of Rue de Vienna, where the singer lived, O’Farrell said to his friend, who was walking along, without speak- ing, wrapped up to his ears in his heavy coat: “We have just acted the quartette from “ Faust,” the next time I hope that you will take care of Dame Martha, all the more as you seem to bea small-voiced tenor.” “The mother is a charming woman,” replied Godefroid. “ You talked as if you were old friends.” “We talked together like a thief and an examin- ing magistrate. Atleast I suppose so, never hay- ing attended one of those fetes. I see now that I told all my history to this shrewd old woman and even some of yours. But so much the worse for you.” “T have no history,” sighed Godefroid. “Tf I was in your place, my friend, I have an idea that it would not be long before [had one. They say that these singers and dancers have bursts of eratitude that come quickly and go far.” “« Again, once for all, leave these stories to those who do not know me.” “Where would be the harm? Have you turned abbe since my departure?” “No, but I have become a composer of operas, which amounts to about the same thing. If I was fool enough to choose one of my singers I should be Eomicbooks (E(@)