Sealed Lips — page 85: what you’re looking at

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SEALED LIPS. 77 my daughter. The daughter of a hero, who would have been to-day the pride of the army. “Poor Jenny!” continued the widow, prompt to shun any talk about Sauval’s death. “So proud, so honest, and so fond of home life. Sheis made for the paint and tinsel of the stage as much as you are to say mass. And I, monsieur; at my age, with my past, to be obliged to pass long hours in the midst of what is repugnant to me, with mothers whose dresses I cannot even touch without a shud- der, and gentlemen who hardly bow tome. I, who have had a salon, a chateau——” Madame Sauval paused for breath, and Patrice profited by this pause to pour balm upon this wounded heart. He would have preferred to have talked wth Jenny, rather than the mother, but he had nochoice. The obstinacy with which the lat- ter kept the back of her head toward him showed him that he was in full disgrace. “T will conquer the mother first,” said he to him- self. “Jenny is worth ten minutes of hypocrisy.” “Tt will be prudent to get this fellow interested in my business,” thought the Roumanian. “He has influence with Godefroid, and he is necessary to us so long as there is no other.” Meanwhile Prince Kemeneff was late in showing himself, a delay which made Madame Sauval ner- vous. It was getting late. Baroness de Pragneres with excuses, prayers, and numberless oratorical precautions, persuaded the young cantatrice to sing Eomicbooks (E(0)