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"
Third
floor
on
the
left
,
"
said
the
porter
pleasantly
,
on
learning
Duroy
's
destination
.
Georges
ascended
the
staircase
.
He
was
somewhat
embarrassed
and
ill
-
at-ease
.
He
had
on
a
new
suit
but
he
was
uncomfortable
.
He
felt
that
it
was
defective
;
his
boots
were
not
glossy
,
he
had
bought
his
shirt
that
same
evening
at
the
Louvre
for
four
francs
fifty
,
his
trousers
were
too
wide
and
betrayed
their
cheapness
in
their
fit
,
or
rather
,
misfit
,
and
his
coat
was
too
tight
.
Slowly
he
ascended
the
stairs
,
his
heart
beating
,
his
mind
anxious
.
Suddenly
before
him
stood
a
well-dressed
gentleman
staring
at
him
.
The
person
resembled
Duroy
so
close
that
the
latter
retreated
,
then
stopped
,
and
saw
that
it
was
his
own
image
reflected
in
a
pier
-
glass
!
Not
having
anything
but
a
small
mirror
at
home
,
he
had
not
been
able
to
see
himself
entirely
,
and
had
exaggerated
the
imperfections
of
his
toilette
.
When
he
saw
his
reflection
in
the
glass
,
he
did
not
even
recognize
himself
;
he
took
himself
for
some
one
else
,
for
a
man-of-the-world
,
and
was
really
satisfied
with
his
general
appearance
.
Smiling
to
himself
,
Duroy
extended
his
hand
and
expressed
his
astonishment
,
pleasure
,
and
approbation
.
A
door
opened
on
the
staircase
,
He
was
afraid
of
being
surprised
and
began
to
ascend
more
rapidly
,
fearing
that
he
might
have
been
seen
posing
there
by
some
of
his
friend
's
invited
guests
.
On
reaching
the
second
floor
,
he
saw
another
mirror
,
and
once
more
slackened
his
pace
to
look
at
himself
.
He
likewise
paused
before
the
third
glass
,
twirled
his
mustache
,
took
off
his
hat
to
arrange
his
hair
,
and
murmured
half
aloud
,
a
habit
of
his
:
"
Hall
mirrors
are
most
convenient
.
"
Then
he
rang
the
bell
.
The
door
opened
almost
immediately
,
and
before
him
stood
a
servant
in
a
black
coat
,
with
a
grave
,
shaven
face
,
so
perfect
in
his
appearance
that
Duroy
again
became
confused
as
he
compared
the
cut
of
their
garments
.
The
lackey
asked
:
"
Whom
shall
I
announce
,
Monsieur
?
"
He
raised
a
portiere
and
pronounced
the
name
.
Duroy
lost
his
self-possession
upon
being
ushered
into
a
world
as
yet
strange
to
him
.
However
,
he
advanced
.
A
young
,
fair
woman
received
him
alone
in
a
large
,
well-lighted
room
.
He
paused
,
disconcerted
.
Who
was
that
smiling
lady
?
He
remembered
that
Forestier
was
married
,
and
the
thought
that
the
handsome
blonde
was
his
friend
's
wife
rendered
him
awkward
and
ill-at-ease
.
He
stammered
out
:
"
Madame
,
I
am
--
"
