The comédie humaine . en prescribed by fashion, a pair of extremely elegantbetasseled boots, which shone in glistening contrast againsttight-fitting trousers invariably of some light color, and re-flected their surroundings like a mirror. The boots staredthe honest silk-mercer out of countenance, and, it must beadded, they pained his heart. What is it ? asked Coralie. Nothing. Ring the bell, said Coralie, smiling to herself at Camu-sots want of spirit. Berenice, she said, when the Normanhandmaid appeared, just bring me a button-hook, for I mustput on these confounded boots again. Dont forget
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The comédie humaine . en prescribed by fashion, a pair of extremely elegantbetasseled boots, which shone in glistening contrast againsttight-fitting trousers invariably of some light color, and re-flected their surroundings like a mirror. The boots staredthe honest silk-mercer out of countenance, and, it must beadded, they pained his heart. What is it ? asked Coralie. Nothing. Ring the bell, said Coralie, smiling to herself at Camu-sots want of spirit. Berenice, she said, when the Normanhandmaid appeared, just bring me a button-hook, for I mustput on these confounded boots again. Dont forget to bringthem to my dressing-room to-night. What? your boots? faltered Camusot, breath-ing more freely. And whose should they be? she demanded haughtily. Were you beginning to believe ?—great stupid ! Oh ! andhe would believe it, too, she went on, addressing B6r6nice. I have a mans part in Whats-his-names piece, and I havenever worn a mans clothes in my life before. The boot- ought I TO MAKE A SCENE AND LEAVE CORALIE?. A PHOVlNClAL AT PARIS. 191 maker for the theatre brought me these things to try if I couldwalk in them, until a pair can be made to measure. He putthem on, but they hurt me so much that I have taken themoff, and after all I must wear them. Dont put them on again if they are uncomfortable, said Camusot. (The boots had made him feel so very un-comfortable himself.) Mademoiselle would do better to have a pair made ofvery thin morocco, sir, instead of torturing herself as she didjust now; but the management is so stingy. She was crying, sir; if I was a man, and loved a woman, I wouldnt let hershed a tear, I know. You ought to order a pair for her at Yes, yes, said Camusot. Are you just getting up, Coralie? Just at this moment; I only came in at six oclock afterlooking for you everywhere. I was obliged to keep the cabfor seven hours. So much for your care of me; you forgetme for a wine-bottle. I ought to take care of myself nowwhen I am to play every night so long as t