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The Room of the Retired Baker.

           

           "NowsayifIconcealanythingfromyou?"

           "No,andyourconfidencemakesyouhonorableinmyopinion;andyourprincelyfather,isherich,veryrich?"

           "Yes,heisthat;hedoesnothimselfknowtheamountofhisfortune."

           "Isitpossible?"

           "Itisevidentenoughtome,whoamalwaysathishouse.Theotherdayabanker’sclerkbroughthimfiftythousandfrancsinaportfolioaboutthesizeofyourplate;yesterdayhisbankerbroughthimahundredthousandfrancsingold."Caderoussewasfilledwithwonder;theyoungman’swordssoundedtohimlikemetal,andhethoughthecouldheartherushingofcascadesoflouis."Andyougointothathouse?"criedhebriskly.

           "WhenIlike."

           Caderoussewasthoughtfulforamoment.Itwaseasytoperceivehewasrevolvingsomeunfortunateideainhismind.Thensuddenly"HowIshouldliketoseeallthat,"criedhe;"howbeautifulitmustbe!"

           "Itis,infact,magnificent,"saidAndrea.

           "AnddoeshenotliveintheChamps–Elysees?"

           "Yes,No.30."

           "Ah,"saidCaderousse,"No.30."

           "Yes,afinehousestandingalone,betweenacourt-yardandagardenyoumustknowit."

           "Possibly;butitisnottheexteriorIcarefor,itistheinterior.Whatbeautifulfurnituretheremustbeinit!"

           "HaveyoueverseentheTuileries?"

           "No.

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