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Neither tried to detain him. On reaching the street he felt sad and uncomfortable. Count de Vaudrec's face was constantly before him. It seemed to him that the man was displeased at finding him tete-a-tete with Mme. Forestier, though why he should be, he could not divine. To while away the time until three o'clock, he lunched at Duval's, and then lounged along the boulevard.
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.
Forestier shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, he is superintendent of a railroad. He is in Paris a week out of each month. His wife calls it 'Holy Week. or 'The week of duty. When you get better acquainted with her, you will see how witty she is! Come here and see her some day." As she spoke, the door opened noiselessly, and a gentleman entered unannounced. He halted on seeing a man. For a moment Mme.
Walter murmured to him in her soft tones: "You could write a series of charming articles." Forestier took advantage of the situation to say to M. Walter: "My dear sir, I spoke to you a short while since of M. Georges Duroy and asked you to permit me to include him on the staff of political reporters.
Sea-greens, sea-blues, died in the heat of it, abashed and vanquished. But so did not Madame de Vallorbes' white lawn and lace peignoir, or her abundant hair, which Zélie Forestier trim of figure, and sour of countenance was in the act of dressing. These caught the fiery light and held it, so that from head to foot Helen appeared as an image of living gold.
"Not remember Georges Duroy of the Sixth Hussars." Forestier extended both hands. "Ah, my dear fellow, how are you?" "Very well. And how are you?" "Oh, I am not very well. I cough six months out of the twelve as a result of bronchitis contracted at Bougival, about the time of my return to Paris four years ago." "But you look well."
She uttered a cry of joy: "It's true. I never thought of it." The next day she went to her friend and told of her distress. Mme. Forestier went to a wardrobe with a glass door, took out a large jewel box, brought it back, opened it, and said to Mme. Loisel: "Choose, my dear."
I have not the strength nor the courage to see that agony day and night, and I think with terror of the approaching end I can only ask such a thing of you, for my husband has no relatives. You were his comrade; he helped you to your position; come, I beg of you; I have no one else to ask." "Your friend," "Madeleine Forestier." Georges murmured: "Certainly I will go. Poor Charles!"
She murmured "Alexandre!" two or three times in succession; then she wrote upon a blank sheet: "M. and Mme. Alexandre du Roy de Cantel announce the marriage of their son, M. Georges du Roy de Cantel with Mme. Forestier." She examined her writing, and, charmed with the effect, exclaimed: "With a little method one can succeed in anything."
"Here they are, Monsieur." The manager seemed delighted and said with a smile: "Very good. You are a man of your word. Need I look over it, Forestier?" But Forestier hastened to reply: "It is not necessary, M. Walter; I helped him in order to initiate him into the profession. It is very good." Then bending toward him, he whispered: "You know you promised to engage Duroy to replace Marambot.
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