But there were ugly whispers current with respect to the sources of his fabulous wealth. Lanyard, for one, wouldn't have thought him the properest company or the best Parisian cicerone for an ailing American gentleman blessed with independent means and an attractive daughter.
Paris, on the other hand - Paris who forgives everything to him who contributes to her amusement - adored Comte Remy de Morbihan.
(from The Lone Wolf, by Louis Joseph Vance)
[In case you do not use the word frequently (and I do not), a cicerone is a guide who gives information about places of interest to sightseers.]
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