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"Take care!" said she; "suppose the General should be hidden under that table, like Orgon!" "The General!" exclaimed Desvanneaux; "he is too much occupied elsewhere!" "Occupied with whom?" "With Zibeline, probably. He never left her side all the evening, last night at the Opera." "Pardon me! He was here until after ten o'clock." "Yes, but afterward when the opera was over?"
"I shall take good care not to fail to call," earnestly replied the fair Lady Bountiful. She telephoned immediately to her head-groom, ordering ham to bring around her brougham at three o'clock. At the same hour that the elegant carriage of Zibeline was conducting her to the Hotel de Montgeron, M. Desvanneaux descended from a modest fiacre at the gate of the hotel occupied by Eugenie Gontier.
When she, in her turn, gave at her home a similar dinner, a fortnight later, she received from them, in reply to her invitation, which was couched in the most courteous terms, a simple visiting card, with the following refusal: "The Comte and the Comtesse Desvanneaux, not being in the habit of accepting invitations during Lent, feel constrained to decline that of Mademoiselle de Vermont."
"You are very severe toward her!" "I can not endure hypocrites!" naively replied the worthy man. "She appeared to me to be very beautiful, however," continued Eugenie Gontier, in order to keep up the conversation on the woman who she felt instinctively was her rival. "Beautiful! Not so beautiful as you," rejoined M. Desvanneaux, gallantly.
On an open register in the reception-room were inscribed the names of all those persons who had called to express their interest in Mademoiselle de Vermont: Constantin Lenaieff, the Lisieux, the Nointels, Edmond Delorme, the Baron de Samoreau, and others. Only the Desvanneaux had shown no sign of life. Their Christian charity did not extend so far as that.
If you have nothing better to do, come to-morrow, with your sister, to inspect our asylum, before Monsieur Desvanneaux takes possession of it! "Your military eye will be able to judge immediately whether anything is lacking in the quarters. Yours affectionately, "P.S. Poor Seaman is dead! I beg you to carry this sad news to his friend Aida.
From the place she was to obliged to take in the arrangement of the scene, the apostrophe and the gestures of the actress appeared to be unconsciously directed toward Mademoiselle de Vermont, who could not restrain a startled movement. "Look! One would think that Zibeline took that allusion for herself," said Madame Desvanneaux, whom nothing escaped.
When she, in her turn, gave at her home a similar dinner, a fortnight later, she received from them, in reply to her invitation, which was couched in the most courteous terms, a simple visiting card, with the following refusal: "The Comte and the Comtesse Desvanneaux, not being in the habit of accepting invitations during Lent, feel constrained to decline that of Mademoiselle de Vermont."
Three-quarters of an hour later, as, the audience was leaving the theatre, M. Desvanneaux recounted to whoever chose to listen that Mademoiselle de Vermont had passed the whole of the last 'entr'acte' in the greenroom corridor, in a friendly chat with Eugenie Gontier. By PHILIPPE DE MASSA When the prefectoral axe of the Baron Haussmann hewed its way through the Faubourg St.
"Do you guarantee the solvency of this person?" demanded M. Desvanneaux, who saw the project of the kermess falling to the ground. "It is one of my rich clients; but I have orders not to reveal her name unless her offer is accepted." The unanimity with which all hands were raised did not even give time to put the question. "Her name?" demanded the Duchess.
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