Parisians, the — Volume 01 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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friend, to whom I consecrate this evening. Let me introduce you to the
Marquis de Rochebriant. Alain, M. Duplessis." The two gentlemen bowed. "I had the honour to be known to Monsieur your father," said Duplessis. "Indeed," returned Rochebriant. "He had not visited Paris for many years before he died." "It was in London I met him, at the house of the Russian Princess C____." The Marquis coloured high, inclined his head gravely, and made no reply. Here the waiter brought the oysters and the chablis, and Duplessis retired to his own table. "That is the most extraordinary man," said Frederic, as he squeezed the lemon over his oysters, "and very much to be admired." "How so? I see nothing at least to admire in his face," said the Marquis, with the bluntness of a provincial. "His face. Ah! you are a Legitimist,--party prejudice. He dresses his face after the Emperor; in itself a very clever face, surely." "Perhaps, but not an amiable one. He looks like a bird of prey." "All clever men are birds of prey. The eagles are the heroes, and the owls the sages. Duplessis is not an eagle nor an owl. I should rather call him a falcon, except that I would not attempt to hoodwink him." |
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