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74 SEALED LIPS. looked ahead of her with a mixture of haughty sur- prise and pain. She was looking at somebody; her white bosom heaved with some powerful emo- tion. She was looking at Patrice, there could be no mistake about it. The baroness had dropped the composer’s arm to clap her hands with the rest. She kept it up to her heart’s content, exclaiming in her shrill voice: “Do you see, dear master! What do you think of my surprise?” The “dear master” seemed more surprised than pleased; he looked lugubrious, but he replied, as he bowed before the cantatrice: “Why should I not be pleased to see mademoiselle applauded and feted thus, when she merits it?” “Look at her,” said the baroness, accustomed to do the honors for herself and all who came to her house. “She is as excited as a child, and it becomes her. She could sing with her eyes if she should lose her voice.” The composer looked at Jenny’s eyes; in reality they seemed to sing, but the poor man was obliged to smile although shivering as he thought of this phrase: “Pardon, my comrade, this serenade is not for you.” Patrice, in his turn, bowed before Jenny, who barely returned his salutation. He had not, it must be admitted, a conscience so pure to-night that he GOmichboo KS (E(@)