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She
thanked
him
with
a
glance
.
As
he
turned
his
head
,
he
met
Mme.
Forestier
's
eyes
,
in
which
he
fancied
he
saw
a
mingled
expression
of
gaiety
,
malice
,
and
encouragement
.
All
the
men
were
talking
at
the
same
time
;
their
discussion
was
animated
.
When
the
party
left
the
dining-room
,
Duroy
offered
his
arm
to
the
little
girl
.
She
thanked
him
gravely
and
stood
upon
tiptoe
in
order
to
lay
her
hand
upon
his
arm
.
Upon
entering
the
drawing-room
,
the
young
man
carefully
surveyed
it
.
It
was
not
a
large
room
;
but
there
were
no
bright
colors
,
and
one
felt
at
ease
;
it
was
restful
.
The
walls
were
draped
with
violet
hangings
covered
with
tiny
embroidered
flowers
of
yellow
silk
.
The
portieres
were
of
a
grayish
blue
and
the
chairs
were
of
all
shapes
,
of
all
sizes
;
scattered
about
the
room
were
couches
and
large
and
small
easy-chairs
,
all
covered
with
Louis
XVI
.
brocade
,
or
Utrecht
velvet
,
a
cream
colored
ground
with
garnet
flowers
.
"
Do
you
take
coffee
,
M.
Duroy
?
"
Mme.
Forestier
offered
him
a
cup
,
with
the
smile
that
was
always
upon
her
lips
.
"
Yes
,
Madame
,
thank
you
.
"
He
took
the
cup
,
and
as
he
did
so
,
the
young
woman
whispered
to
him
:
"
Pay
Mme.
Walter
some
attention
.
"
Then
she
vanished
before
he
could
reply
.
First
he
drank
his
coffee
,
which
he
feared
he
should
let
fall
upon
the
carpet
;
then
he
sought
a
pretext
for
approaching
the
manager
's
wife
and
commencing
a
conversation
.
Suddenly
he
perceived
that
she
held
an
empty
cup
in
her
hand
,
and
as
she
was
not
near
a
table
,
she
did
not
know
where
to
put
it
.
He
rushed
toward
her
:
"
Allow
me
,
Madame
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
sir
.
"
He
took
away
the
cup
and
returned
:
"
If
you
,
but
knew
,
Madame
,
what
pleasant
moments
'
La
Vie
Francaise
'
afforded
me
,
when
I
was
in
the
desert
!
It
is
indeed
the
only
paper
one
cares
to
read
outside
of
France
;
it
contains
everything
.
"
She
smiled
with
amiable
indifference
as
she
replied
:
"
M.
Walter
had
a
great
deal
of
trouble
in
producing
the
kind
of
journal
which
was
required
.
"
They
talked
of
Paris
,
the
suburbs
,
the
Seine
,
the
delights
of
summer
,
of
everything
they
could
think
of
.
Finally
M.
Norbert
de
Varenne
advanced
,
a
glass
of
liqueur
in
his
hand
,
and
Duroy
discreetly
withdrew
.
Mme.
de
Marelle
,
who
was
chatting
with
her
hostess
,
called
him
:
"
So
,
sir
,
"
she
said
bluntly
,
"
you
are
going
to
try
journalism
?
"
That
question
led
to
a
renewal
of
the
interrupted
conversation
with
Mme.
Walter
.
In
her
turn
Mme.
de
Marelle
related
anecdotes
,
and
becoming
familiar
,
laid
her
hand
upon
Duroy
's
arm
.
He
felt
that
he
would
like
to
devote
himself
to
her
,
to
protect
her
--
and
the
slowness
with
which
he
replied
to
her
questions
indicated
his
preoccupation
.
Suddenly
,
without
any
cause
,
Mme.
