Sealed Lips — page 18: what you’re looking at

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10 SHALED LIPS. arm; I shall have my share of the glory. The passers-by will bow to us without suspecting that they have under their very eyes the most fortunate and the most unfortunate man in all Paris—success and failure, victory and defeat, a pelisse for fifty louis and a coat for forty-nine francs just bought at the Belle Jardiniere. One person out of two satis- fied. Fifty per cent. of happiness in our friendship. It is a good proportion, and I do not dream of com- plaining.” “You would do very wrong to do so. You are young, gay, and lively. How I envy you!” “Blase! Heis already hardened. And you are going home on foot, like an author who has been hissed. I concealed myself here, expecting to see you pass in an elegant carriage, surrounded by an enthusiastic crowd. Oh! these favorites of for- tune! I will wager that you are not hungry, not you!” “My poor friend, I forgot. Come quickly to my house and I will keep you company. Joy at seeing you has given me an appetite.” Toward two o’clock in the morning Antoine Gode- froid and his friend, Patrice O’Farrell were smok- ing their cigars in the musician’s warm and com- fortable dining-room. “Tam drunk,” said Patrice, “completely fuddled. You saw, too, that I drank nothing but water, ac- cording tomy usual custom. Mon Dieu! How my head aches! What a confusion of ideas of all sorts GOmicbdoo cS (€(0)