MARRIED ABROAD.
AN AMERICAN ROMANCE OF THE QUARTIER LATIN.
PART I.
TEMPTATION.
To say that Ralph Flare was "lonesome" would convey a feeble idea of his condition. Four months in England had gone by wearily enough; but in this great city of Paris, where he might as well have had no tongue at all, for the uses he could put it to, he pined and chafed—and finally swore.
An oath, if not relief in itself, conduces to that effect, and it happened in this case that a stranger heard it.
"You are English," said the stranger, turning shortly upon Ralph Flare.
"I am not," replied that youth, "I am an American."
"Then we are countrymen," cried the other. "Have you dwelt long in the Hôtel du Hibou?"