Parisians, the — Volume 02 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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to you on business about the contract for that new street of mine. No
hurry,--after our young friend has gone to his 'assignation.'" Alain could not misinterpret the hint; and in a few moments took leave of his host, more surprised than disappointed that the financier had not invited him, as Graham had assumed he would, to his soiree the following evening. When Alain was gone, Louvier's jovial manner disappeared also, and became bluffly rude rather than bluntly cordial. "Gandrin, what did you mean by saying that that young man was no _muscadin_! _Muscadin, aristocrate_, offensive from top to toe." "You amaze me; you seemed to take to him so cordially." "And pray, were you too blind to remark with what cold reserve he responded to my condescensions; how he winced when I called him Rochebriant; how he coloured when I called him 'dear boy'? These aristocrats think we ought to thank them on our knees when they take our money, and" here Louvier's face darkened--"seduce our women." "Monsieur Louvier, in all France I do not know a greater aristocrat than yourself." I don't know whether M. Gandrin meant that speech as a compliment, but M. Louvier took it as such,--laughed complacently and rubbed his hands. "Ay, ay, _millionnaires_ are the real aristocrats, for they have power, as my _beau Marquis_ will soon find. I must bid you good night. Of course I shall see Madame Gandrin and yourself to-morrow. Prepare for a motley gathering,--lots of democrats and foreigners, with artists and authors, and such creatures." |
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