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"Oh, how I love you! How brave and good you are! Then you do not want to marry Marquis de Cazolles?" "Oh, no!" Mme. Walter, turning her head, called out: "Come, little one; what are you and Bel-Ami doing?" They rejoined the others and returned by way of Chatou. When the carriage arrived at the door of the mansion, Mme.
Forestier called him; he hastened toward her. It was to introduce him to a friend who was on the point of giving a fete, and who wanted a description of it in "La Vie Francaise." He stammered: "Certainly, Madame, certainly." Madame de Marelle was very near him; he dared not turn to go away. Suddenly to his amazement, she exclaimed: "Good evening, Bel-Ami; do you not remember me?"
We always called it our lucky cup. I fear that it has come back too late" The old man's voice broke, but he still held the shining piece of silver before him, and turned it about in the candle-light. "Je vous en prie Bel-ami." he whispered under his breath, and put the cup before him on the scarred mahogany. "Shall we move our chairs before the fire, Mr. Burton?
When the door closed upon Mme. Walter, Mme. de Marelle, in her turn, rose. "Au revoir, Bel-Ami." This time she pressed his hand and he was moved by that silent avowal. "I will go to see her to-morrow," thought he. Left alone with his wife, she laughed, and looking into his eyes said: "Mme. Walter has taken a fancy to you!" He replied incredulously: "Nonsense!" "But I know it.
Bel-Ami, 1885, which succeeded this quiet and Quaker-colored book, was a much more vivid novel, an extremely vigorous picture of the rise in social prominence of a penniless fellow in Paris, without a brain or a heart, who depends wholly upon his impudence and his good looks. Of these six remarkable books, the Pierre et Jean is certainly the most finished and the most agreeable.
After alighting, she said to her coachman: "Take M. du Roy home." When he returned, his wife asked: "Where have you been?" He replied in a low voice: "I have been to send an important telegram." Mme. de Marelle approached him: "You must take me home, Bel-Ami; you know that I only dine so far from home on that condition." Turning to Madeleine, she asked: "You are not jealous?"
But the perfect, or the complete, sense of life is not the moment of perfect life. Yet to this assertion two answers might be made. The authors of "Bel-Ami," or "Madame Chrysantheme," or "The Triumph of Death," might claim to be saved by their form.
When Du Roy passed him, they bowed. The journalist then repaired to the office of "La Vie Francaise." As he entered he saw by the clerks' busy air that something of importance was going on, and he hastened to the manager's room. The latter exclaimed joyfully as Du Roy entered: "What luck! here is Bel-Ami."
He had chosen Friday as his day, and Mme. Walter never invited anyone else on that evening; it belonged to Bel-Ami. Often in a dark corner or behind a tree in the conservatory, Mme. Walter embraced the young man and whispered in his ear: "I love you, I love you! I love you desperately!" But he always repulsed her coldly, saying: "If you persist in that, I will not come again."
Bel-Ami had requested that he might be the only young man in the party, for he could not bear the presence of the Marquis de Cazolles. At the last moment, however, it was decided that Count de Latour-Ivelin should go, for he and Rose had been betrothed a month. The day was delightful. Georges, who was very pale, gazed at Suzanne as they sat in the carriage and their eyes met. Mme.
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