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Duroy left the room to obtain some food. He returned an hour later; Mme. Forestier would eat nothing. The invalid had not stirred. The young woman was seated in an easy-chair at the foot of the bed. Duroy likewise seated himself, and they watched in silence. A nurse, sent by the doctor, had arrived and was dozing by the window.
Lunch as hastily as you can with Madeleine, because we are going to take a drive." When Mme. Forestier was alone with Duroy, she said to him: "You see, to-day he thinks he is better! He is making plans for to-morrow. We are now going to Gulf Juan to buy pottery for our rooms in Paris. He is determined to go, but he cannot stand the jolting on the road."
She signed to Zélie Forestier seated on the steps of a side-chapel, yellow-paper-covered novel in hand to follow her. And, after making a genuflexion before the altar of Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception, gathered up her turquoise-coloured skirts the yellow-tufa quarries were not superabundantly clean and pursued her way towards the great main door.
"Go look up your friend, Madame Forestier, and ask her to lend you some jewels. You're intimate enough with her to do that." She uttered a cry of joy: "True! I never thought of it." The next day she went to her friend and told her of her distress. Madame Forestier went to a wardrobe with a mirror, took out a large jewel box, brought it back, opened it and said to Madame Loisel: "Choose, my dear."
He then had some cards written with his new calling beneath his name, made several purchases, and repaired to the office of "La Vie Francaise." Forestier received him loftily as one would an inferior. "Ah, here you are! Very well; I have several things for you to do. Just wait ten minutes till I finish this work." He continued writing.
The latter did not reply to his rude remarks, but determined to be avenged. He called upon Mme. Forestier. He found her reclining upon a couch, reading. She held out her hand without rising and said: "Good morning, Bel-Ami!" "Why do you call me by that name?" She replied with a smile: "I saw Mme. de Marelle last week and I know what they have christened you at her house."
When Madame Loisel took back the necklace Madame Forestier said to her with a chilly manner: "You should have returned it sooner; I might have needed it." She did not open the case, as her friend had so much feared. If she had detected the substitution, what would she have thought, what would she have said? Would she not have taken Madame Loisel for a thief?
It would be charming. Where would you like to go?" Duroy did not know what to reply; finally he said: "I have never been to the Folies Bergeres. I should like to go there." His companion exclaimed: "The Folies Bergeres! Very well!" They turned and walked toward the Faubourg Montmartre. The brilliantly illuminated building loomed up before them. Forestier entered, Duroy stopped him.
They are supposed to be written by a Jean Le Dol, a young, intelligent, handsome man something like our friend Georges who has become acquainted with Mme. Forestier. From that I have concluded that she likes beginners and that they like her. She is, moreover, rich; Vaudrec and Laroche-Mathieu were not attentive to her for nothing." Rival asked: "Tell me, is it true that Mme.
She was a dainty brunette, attired in a simple, dark robe; a red rose in her black tresses seemed to accentuate her special character, and a young girl, or rather a child, for such she was, followed her. Mme. Forestier said: "Good evening, Clotilde." "Good evening, Madeleine."
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