"Is Paris such a horrid place?" I asked. "I wish you would come while I am there."
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"Never, never!" she cried. "They treated me so abominably I vowed that I would never set foot in Paris again, and although they have offered me every possible inducement I have always refused."
"What a pity!" I exclaimed. "Would you not like to see the Exposition in
Paris next year? I think it might interest you."
"Yes, that might interest me; but Paris! Paris!"
"Do you know Auber?" I asked.
"Auber. No, I have always wanted to know him, but have never had an opportunity."
"If you will come to Paris, I will arrange that you meet him."
"I will! I will! And then I will sing for him!" she said, with almost girlish glee.
How delighted I was to think that I might be the medium to bring them together.