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"I manage the political department on 'La Vie Francaise'; I report the doings of the Senate for 'Le Salut, and from time to time I write for 'La Planete. That is what I am doing." Duroy, in surprise, glanced at him. He was very much changed. Formerly Forestier had been thin, giddy, noisy, and always in good spirits.
"That is Jacques Rival, the celebrated writer and duelist. He came to correct his proofs. Garin, Montel and he are the best witty and realistic writers we have in Paris. He earns thirty thousand francs a year for two articles a week." As they went downstairs, they met a stout, little man with long hair, who was ascending the stairs whistling. Forestier bowed low.
When Madame Loisel, just on the threshold of her life of drudgery, took the necklace bought on credit to Madame Forestier, the latter "did not open the case, to the relief of her friend."
Duroy hesitated, blushing and perplexed. Finally he, murmured: "I have no suitable clothes." Forestier was amazed. "You have no dress suit? Egad, that is indispensable. In Paris, it is better to have no bed than no clothes." Then, fumbling in his vest-pocket, he drew from it two louis, placed them before his companion, and said kindly: "You can repay me when it is convenient.
M. Walter has given me another position and the duties are very arduous." "I know, but that is no excuse for forgetting your friends." Their conversation was interrupted by the entrance of a large woman, decollette, with red arms, red cheeks, and attired in gay colors. As she was received with effusion, Duroy asked Mme. Forestier: "Who is that person?"
You returned it to me." "I returned to you another exactly like it. These ten years we've been paying for it. You know it was not easy for us, who had nothing. At last it is over, and I am very glad." Madame Forestier was stunned. "You say that you bought a diamond necklace to replace mine?" "Yes; you did not notice it, then? They were just alike." And she smiled with a proud and naïve pleasure.
Richard Calmady's affections were, as she feared, still wholly given. That her relation to him was innocent, filled her with humiliation. First she turned to Zélie Forestier, who had followed at a discreet distance across the piazza. "Go on," she said, "down the street. Find a cab, a clean one. Wait in it for me at the bottom of the hill." Then she turned upon M. Destournelle.
"We forgot to pass through the gate." The other replied in a consequential tone: "I never pay," and approached the box-office. "Have you a good box?" "Certainly, M. Forestier." He took the ticket handed him, pushed open the door, and they were within the hall. A cloud of tobacco smoke almost hid the stage and the opposite side of the theater.
"What is to be done?" was asked on every side. I began to speak. "Let us go straight to the fact and to the point," said I. "Louis Bonaparte is gaining ground, and we are losing ground, or rather, we should say, he has as yet everything, and we have as yet nothing. Charamaule and I have been obliged to separate ourselves from Colonel Forestier. I doubt if he will succeed.
"I do not know, but one cannot mention you to her since your marriage; I really believe she is jealous." "Nonsense." "Yes, my dear, she no longer calls you Bel-Ami, but M. Forestier instead." Du Roy colored, then drawing nearer the young woman, he said: "Kiss me." She obeyed him. "Where can we meet again?" he asked. "At Rue de Constantinople." "Ah, are the apartments not rented?"
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