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The train was passing through the forest of Saint-Germain and she had seen a frightened deer clear an alley at a bound. As she gazed out of the open window, Duroy bending over her, pressed a kiss upon her neck. For several moments she remained motionless, then raising her head, she said: "You tickle me, stop!" But he did not obey her. She repeated: "Stop, I say!"
I am on the staff of 'La Vie Francaise. I was here the other night with M. Forestier, who promised to get me a pass. I do not know if he remembered it." The register was consulted, but his name was not inscribed upon it. However, the cashier, a very affable man, said to him: "Come in, M. Duroy, and speak to the manager yourself; he will see that everything is all right."
A ring caused them to start; they separated. She murmured: "It is Laurine." The child entered, paused in surprise, then ran toward Duroy clapping her hands, delighted to see him, and crying: "Ah, 'Bel-Ami!" Mme. de Marelle laughed. "Bel-Ami! Laurine has christened you. It is a pretty name. I shall call you Bel-Ami, too!" He took the child upon his knee.
Forestier in affright woke Duroy and asked him to fetch the doctor. He returned almost immediately with Dr. Gavant who prescribed for the sick man. When the journalist asked him his opinion, he said: "It is the final stage. He will be dead to-morrow morning. Prepare that poor, young wife and send for a priest. I can do nothing more. However, I am entirely at your disposal" Duroy went to Mme.
She made an effort to appear dignified and haughty, and asked, though somewhat unsteadily: "Who is it?" For a moment he hesitated before he replied: "Madeleine Forestier!" Mme. de Marelle started; her tears continued to flow. She rose. Duroy saw that she was going to leave him without a word of reproach or pardon, and he felt humbled, humiliated.
The young man, who signed his articles, "D. de Cantel," his "Echoes," "Duroy," and his political sketches, "Du Roy," spent the best part of his time with his betrothed, who had decided that the date fixed for the wedding should be kept secret, that the ceremony should be celebrated in the presence of witnesses only, that they should leave the same evening for Rouen, and that the day following they should visit the journalist's aged parents and spend several days with them.
Some negroes are coming with a boat at daybreak, and it is necessary we should all go away with them. You ought to rest as much as possible beforehand." "Rest!" repeated she with bitter emphasis. And clenching her teeth hard, she again said, "I hate him!" Poor Rosa! It had taken a mountain-weight of wrong so to crush out all her gentleness. Mr. Duroy became somewhat alarmed.
I think every minute she will speak to us. Have you seen her?" He replied: "No, you are mistaken." He told an untruth, for he had noticed the woman, who was no other than Rachel, with anger in her eyes and violent words upon her lips. Duroy had passed her when he and Mme. de Marelle entered and she had said to him: "Good evening," in a low voice and with a wink which said "I understand."
I have not time this morning or I would do it willingly." But Duroy hesitated: "At this hour I cannot inquire for her." "Oh, yes, you can; she has risen. You will find her in my study." "I will go, but I shall tell her you sent me!" Forestier walked away, and Duroy slowly ascended the stairs, wondering what he should say and what kind of a reception he would receive.
"Why, no; what is it? Tell me." She sobbed and could not speak. He was forced to place her upon his bed and to lay a damp cloth upon her temples. When she grew calmer, anger succeeded her agitation. She wanted Duroy to go downstairs at once, to fight them, to kill them. He replied: "They are working-people.
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