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"But how did you go from the opera to Mme. d'Ersingen's?" For the first time, Mme. Fauville seemed to understand that she was the victim of a regular cross-examination; and her look and attitude betrayed a certain uneasiness. She replied: "I took a motor cab." "In the street?" "On the Place de l'Opéra." "At twelve o'clock, therefore?" "No, at half-past eleven: I left before the opera was over."
"It is not that which causes them to weep so bitterly, but the knowledge that their names are to be posted on the bulletin boards in the Place de l'Opera, the Place de l'Concorde, the " "Good Lord!" gasped Robin. "Is that being done?" "It is M'sieur, and the effect is marvellous. Three months ago the boards were filled with illustrious names; to-day there are but few to be found upon them.
I ran up the boulevard, my whole thought intent on the diamonds and their owner. I knew my subordinate in command of the men inside the hall would look after the scoundrel with the pistols. A short distance up I found the stupid fellow I had sent out, standing in a dazed manner at the corner of the Rue Michodière, gazing alternately down that short street and towards the Place de l'Opéra.
"At the gate of the station I hailed a four-seated cab, and we rattled away through the stony streets, brilliant with gas-jets, and in a few moments rolled smoothly across the Avenue de l'Opéra, turned into the Rue de l'Échelle, and stopped. A bright little page, all over buttons, came out, took my luggage, and preceded us into the hallway.
Ludovico, per che ultra che mi sia stato acetto, representando la persona de la S.V. Reverendiss. lui anche per conto suo mi ha addutta gran satisfazione, havendomi cum la narratione de l'opera the compone facto passar questi due giorni non solum senza fastidio, ma cum piacer grandissimo."
"Bah, Chateau-Renaud," returned Debray, "you only know your dull and gloomy Faubourg Saint-Germain; do not pay any attention to him, count live in the Chaussee d'Antin, that's the real centre of Paris." "Boulevard de l'Opera," said Beauchamp; "the second floor a house with a balcony.
When Mercy remonstrated with her on her relapse into some of her old habits from which at first she seemed to have weaned herself, "La seule réponse que j'aie obtenu a été la crainte de s'ennuyer." Mercy to Maria Teresa, November 19th, 1777, Arneth, iii., p. 13. See Marie Antoinette's account to her mother of his quarrel with the Duchess de Bourbon at a bal de l'opéra, Arneth, iii., p. 174.
On my way back, just as I was crossing the Place de l'Opera in the aforesaid cab, a voice hailed me: "Monsieur Mouillard!" I looked first to the right and then to the left, till, on a refuge, I caught sight of M. Plumet struggling to attract my attention. I stopped the cab, and a smile of satisfaction spread over M. Plumet's countenance. He stepped off the refuge. I opened the cab-door.
Next morning at eleven o'clock, as Peggy was coming up the Avenue de l'Opéra, she passed the Brasserie de la Paix, that popular café on the left-hand side of the broad thoroughfare, the place where the Parisian gets such exquisite dishes at fair prices. Charlie was seated in the window, as they had arranged, and on seeing her, he dashed out and joined her. "Well?" she asked. "How are you to-day?
Upwards of seventy-five per cent. of the shops are closed, and on both sides the street presents a long, gray expanse broken only at intervals of forbidding iron shutters. It is not here, however, that one must look for the effect of the war on American business, but rather along the Avenue de l'Opera, the Grand Boulevards, and other well-known business streets.
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