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I'll go to Forestier。 He'll start my article for me in ten minutes。〃
When he reached the street； Duroy decided that it was rather early
to present himself at his friend's house； so he strolled along under
the trees on one of the boulevards for a time。 On arriving at
Forestier's door； he found his friend going out。
〃You hereat this hour！ Can I do anything for you？〃
Duroy stammered in confusion： 〃IIcannot write that article on
Algeria that M。 Walter wants。 It is not very surprising； seeing that
I have never written anything。 It requires practice。 I could write
very rapidly； I am sure； if I could make a beginning。 I have the
ideas but I cannot express them。〃 He paused and hesitated。
Forestier smiled maliciously： 〃I understand that。〃
Duroy continued： 〃Yes； anyone is liable to have that trouble at the
beginning； and； wellI have come to ask you to help me。 In ten
minutes you can set me right。 You can give me a lesson in style；
without you I can do nothing。〃
The other smiled gaily。 He patted his companion's arm and said to
him： 〃Go to my wife； she will help you better than I can。 I have
trained her for that work。 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。
The servant who opened the door said： 〃Monsieur has gone out。〃
Duroy replied： 〃Ask Mme。 Forestier if she will see me； and tell her
that M。 Forestier； whom I met on the street； sent me。〃
The lackey soon returned and ushered Duroy into Madame's presence。
She was seated at a table and extended her hand to him。
〃So soon？〃 said she。 It was not a reproach； but a simple question。
He stammered： 〃I did not want to come up； Madame； but your husband；
whom I met below； insistedI dare scarcely tell you my errandI
worked late last night and early this morning； to write the article
on Algeria which M。 Walter wantsand I did not succeedI destroyed
all my attemptsI am not accustomed to the workand I came to ask
Forestier to assist mehis once。〃
She interrupted with a laugh： 〃And he sent you to me？〃
〃Yes； Madame。 He said you could help me better than hebutI dared
notI did not like to。〃
She rose。
〃It will be delightful to work together that way。 I am charmed with
your idea。 Wait； take my chair； for they know my handwriting on the
paperwe will write a successful article。〃
She took a cigarette from the mantelpiece and lighted it。 〃I cannot
work without smoking；〃 she said； 〃what are you going to say？〃
He looked at her in astonishment。 〃I do not know； I came here to
find that out。〃
She replied： 〃I will manage it all right。 I will make the sauce but
I must have the dish。〃 She questioned him in detail and finally
said：
〃Now； we will begin。 First of all we will suppose that you are
addressing a friend； which will allow us scope for remarks of all
kinds。 Begin this way： 'My dear Henry； you wish to know something
about Algeria； you shall。'〃
Then followed a brilliantly worded description of Algeria and of the
port of Algiers； an excursion to the province of Oran； a visit to
Saida； and an adventure with a pretty Spanish maid employed in a
factory。
When the article was concluded； he could find no words of thanks； he
was happy to be near her； grateful for and delighted with their
growing intimacy。 It seemed to him that everything about him was a
part of her； even to the books upon the shelves。 The chairs； the
furniture； the airall were permeated with that delightful
fragrance peculiar to her。
She asked bluntly： 〃What do you think of my friend Mme。 de Marelle？〃
〃I think her very fascinating；〃 he said； and he would have liked to
add： 〃But not as much so as you。〃 He had not the courage to do so。
She continued： 〃If you only knew how comical； original； and
intelligent she is！ She is a true Bohemian。 It is for that reason
that her husband no longer loves her。 He only sees her defects and
none of her good qualities。〃
Duroy was surprised to hear that Mme。 de Marelle was married。
〃What；〃 he asked； 〃is she married？ What does her husband do？〃
Mme。 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。 Forestier
seemed confused； then she said in a natural voice； though her cheeks
were tinged with a blush：
〃Come in； my dear sir； allow me to present to you an old comrade of
Charles； M。 Georges Duroy； a future journalist。〃 Then in a different
tone； she said： 〃Our best and dearest friend； Count de Vaudrec。〃
The two men bowed； gazed into one another's eyes； and then Duroy
took his leave。 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。 When the clock chimed the hour
of his appointment； he climbed the stairs leading to the office of
〃La Vie Francaise。〃
Duroy asked： 〃Is M。 Walter in？〃
〃M。 Walter is engaged；〃 was the reply。 〃Will you please take a
seat？〃
Duroy waited twenty minutes； then he turned to the clerk and said：
〃M。 Walter had an appointment with me at three o'clock。 At any rate；
see if my friend M。 Forestier is here。〃
He was conducted along a corridor and ushered into a large room in
which four men were writing at a table。 Forestier was standing
before the fireplace； smoking a cigarette。 After listening to
Duroy's story he said：
〃Come with me； I will take you to M。 Walter； or else you might
remain here until seven o'clock。〃
They entered the manager's room。 Norbert de Varenne was writing an
article； seated in an easychair； Jacques Rival； stretched upon a
divan； was smoking a cigar。 The room had the peculiar odor familiar
to all journalists。 When they approached M。 Walter； Forestier said：
〃Here is my friend Duroy。〃
The manager looked keenly at the young man and asked：
〃Have you brought my article？〃
Duroy drew the sheets of manuscript from his pocket。
〃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。 Will you allow me to retain him
on the same terms？〃
〃Certainly。〃
Taking his friend's arm； the