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We followed Prudence downstairs I trereat influence onwhen I was introduced in the box at the

Opera Comique As we reached the door that you know, my heart beat so

violently that I was hardly able to think

We heard the sound of a piano Prudence rang The piano was silent A

woman who looked more like a companion than a servant opened the door

We went into the drawing-room, and from that to the boudoir, which was

then just as you have seen it since A young uerite, seated at the piano, let her fingers wander

over the notes, beginning scraps ofthem The

whole scene breathed boredom, the man embarrassed by the consciousness

of his nullity, the woman tired of her disuerite rose, and coratitude

to Mme Duvernoy, said: "Come in, and welcome"