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disappeared； Du Roy asked； hoping for another place of meeting than
La Trinite： 〃Where shall I see you to…morrow？〃
She did not reply； she seemed transformed into a statue of prayer。
He continued： 〃Shall I meet you to…morrow at Park Monceau？〃
She turned a livid face toward him and said unsteadily： 〃Leave me
leave me nowgogo awayfor only five minutesI suffer too much
near you。 I want to praygo。 Let me pray alonefive minuteslet
me ask Godto pardon meto save meleave mefive minutes。〃
She looked so pitiful that he rose without a word and asked with
some hesitation： 〃Shall I return presently？〃
She nodded her head in the affirmative and he left her。 She tried to
pray； she closed her eyes in order not to see Georges。 She could not
pray； she could only think of him。 She would rather have died than
have fallen thus； she had never been weak。 She murmured several
words of supplication； she knew that all was over； that the struggle
was in vain。 She did not however wish to yield； but she felt her
weakness。 Some one approached with a rapid step； she turned her
head。 It was a priest。 She rose； ran toward him； and clasping her
hands； she cried： 〃Save me； save me！〃
He stopped in surprise。
〃What do you want； Madame？〃
〃I want you to save me。 Have pity on me。 If you do not help me； I am
lost！〃
He gazed at her； wondering if she were mad。
〃What can I do for you？〃 The priest was a young man somewhat
inclined to corpulence。
〃Receive my confession；〃 said she； 〃and counsel me； sustain me； tell
me what to do。〃
He replied： 〃I confess every Saturday from three to six。〃
Seizing his arm she repeated： 〃No； now； at onceat once！ It is
necessary！ He is here！ In this church！ He is waiting for me。〃
The priest asked： 〃Who is waiting for you？〃
〃A manwho will be my ruin if you do not save me。 I can no longer
escape himI am too weaktoo weak；〃
She fell upon her knees sobbing： 〃Oh； father； have pity upon me。
Save me； for God's sake； save me！〃 She seized his gown that he might
not escape her； while he uneasily glanced around on all sides to see
if anyone noticed the woman at his feet。 Finally； seeing that he
could not free himself from her； he said： 〃Rise； I have the key to
the confessional with me。〃
* * * * * * *
Du Roy having walked around the choir； was sauntering down the nave；
when he met the stout； bold man wandering about； and he wondered：
〃What can he be doing here？〃
The man slackened his pace and looked at Georges with the evident
desire to speak to him。 When he was near him； he bowed and said
politely：
〃I beg your pardon； sir； for disturbing you； but can you tell me
when this church was built？〃
Du Roy replied： 〃I do not know； I think it is twenty or twenty…five
years。 It is the first time I have been here。 I have never seen it
before。〃 Feeling interested in the stranger； the journalist
continued： 〃It seems to me that you are examining into it very
carefully。〃
The man replied： 〃I am not visiting the church； I have an
appointment。〃 He paused and in a few moments added： 〃It is very warm
outside。〃
Du Roy looked at him and suddenly thought that he resembled
Forestier。 〃Are you from the provinces？〃 he asked。
〃Yes； I am from Rennes。 And did you； sir； enter this church from
curiosity？〃
〃No； I am waiting for a lady。〃 And with a smile upon his lips； he
walked away。
He did not find Mme。 Walter in the place in which he had left her；
and was surprised。 She had gone。 He was furious。 Then he thought she
might be looking for him； and he walked around the church。 Not
finding her； he returned and seated himself on the chair she had
occupied； hoping that she would rejoin him there。 Soon he heard the
sound of a voice。 He saw no one； whence came it？ He rose to examine
into it； and saw in a chapel near by； the doors of the
confessionals。 He drew nearer in order to see the woman whose voice
he heard。 He recognized Mme。 Walter； she was confessing。 At first he
felt a desire to seize her by the arm and drag her away； then he
seated himself near by and bided his time。 He waited quite awhile。
At length Mme。 Walter rose； turned； saw him and came toward him。 Her
face was cold and severe。
〃Sir；〃 said she； 〃I beseech you not to accompany me； not to follow
me and not to come to my house alone。 You will not be admitted。
Adieu！〃 And she walked away in a dignified manner。
He permitted her to go； because it was against his principles to
force matters。 As the priest in his turn issued from the
confessional； he advanced toward him and said： 〃If you did not wear
a gown； I would give you a sound thrashing。〃 Then he turned upon his
heel and left the church whistling。 In the doorway he met the stout
gentleman。 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 stopped in confusion and apologized： 〃I beg your pardon； I am
very much bothered by circumstances。 And then I hear my wife and
daughter call you Bel…Ami from morning until night； and I have
acquired the habit myself。 Are you displeased？〃
Georges laughed。 〃Not at all。〃
M。 Walter continued： 〃Very well； then I will call you Bel…Ami as
everyone else does。 Great changes have taken place。 The ministry has
been overthrown。 Marrot is to form a new cabinet。 He has chosen
General Boutin d'Acre as minister of war； and our friend Laroche…
Mathieu as minister of foreign affairs。 We shall be very busy。 I
must write a leading article； a simple declaration of principles；
then I must have something interesting on the Morocco questionyou
must attend to that。〃
Du Roy reflected a moment and then replied： 〃I have it。 I will give
you an article on the political situation of our African colony；〃
and he proceeded to prepare M。 Walter an outline of his work； which
was nothing but a modification of his first article on 〃Souvenirs of
a Soldier in Africa。〃
The manager having read the article said： 〃It is perfect； you are a
treasure。 Many thanks。〃
Du Roy returned home to dinner delighted with his day；
notwithstanding his failure at La Trinite。 His wife was awaiting him
anxiously。 She exclaimed on seeing him：
〃You know that Laroche is minister of foreign affairs。〃
〃Yes； I have just written an article on that subject。〃
〃How？〃
〃Do you remember the first article we wrote on 'Souvenirs of a
Soldier in Africa'？ Well； I revised and corrected it for the
occasion。〃
She smiled。 〃Ah； yes； that will do very well。〃
At that moment the servant entered with a dispatch containing these
words without any signature：
〃I was beside myself。 Pardon me and come to…morrow at four o'clock
to Park Monceau。〃
He understood the message； and with a joyful heart； slipped the
telegram into his pocket。 During dinner he repeated the words to
himself； as he interpreted them； they meant； 〃I yieldI am yours
where and when you will。〃 He laughed。
Madeleine asked： 〃What is it？〃
〃Nothing much。 I was thinking of a