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Certain of being paid, some day, he would perhaps be delighted to renew the bill of exchange in inordinately swelling the amount. The letter was written and Vaudrey mailed it himself the following morning. That very evening Adrienne was to leave. He endeavored to dissuade her from her plan. She did not even reply to him.
There are some that have got nothing of all the bread that I have thrown them, and there are others who have gorged enough to kill them with indigestion. How would you classify that? Poor political economy." "Oh, oh!" said Vaudrey. "You are wandering into the realms of lofty philosophy!
You remember Félicien David's Desert that I used to play for you on the piano? I would like to hear this story of travel. It would make me forget Paris." "You shall hear it, my dear Marianne. Madame Marsy asked me to introduce Vaudrey to her the other evening. You ask me to present you to Madame Marsy.
Ah! how completely the last six months in Paris had riveted him to this woman, who was the mistress of another! One day, Vaudrey had just left Marianne at the rond-point of the Champs-Élysées, the duke seeing her enter his house, said abruptly to her: "I was about to write you, Marianne." "Why, my dear duke?" "To ask an appointment." "You are always welcome, my friend, at our little retreat."
Madame de Saint Laurent, and Madame la Baronne de Vaudrey, and Madame la Comtesse de Jonville, ladies of the highest rank, who keep a societe choisie and condescend to give dinners at five-francs a head, vied with each other in their attentions to Jack.
Vaudrey, in spite of the joy of the morrow, a long tête-
Such was the story which, in the summer of 1840, in the house called La Terrasse, before witnesses, among whom was Ferdinand B , Marquis de la L , a companion during boyhood of the author of this book, was told by M. Vieillard, an ironical Bonapartist, an arrant sceptic. Besides Vieillard there was Vaudrey, whom Louis Bonaparte made a General at the same time as Espinasse.
The manager tapped the customary three blows behind the curtain, and the orchestra began the prelude to the third act. "Adieu for a brief period, my enemy!" said Marianne, extending her hand. He hesitated to take that hand. At length, taking it in his own, he said: "Leave me Rosas!" "Fie! jealous one! Don't I leave Vaudrey to you?" She laughed, while Lissac went away dissatisfied.
In these days, my dear Vaudrey, what is most remarkable is the facility men have for destroying their credit and wearing themselves out. Politics, especially, entails a formidable consumption. It seems that the modern being is not cut out to wear long.
At first she allowed Vaudrey, who knelt at her feet, as Lissac had told him on going away, to take her hand that hung listlessly down. Then she gently withdrew it as if she felt herself seized by an instinctive sense of outraged modesty. Vaudrey tried to speak.
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