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He
was
so
delighted
that
he
kissed
the
invitation
as
if
it
had
been
a
love-letter
.
Then
he
sought
the
cashier
to
settle
the
important
question
of
his
salary
.
At
first
twelve
hundred
francs
were
allowed
Duroy
,
who
intended
to
save
a
large
share
of
the
money
.
He
was
busy
two
days
getting
settled
in
his
new
position
,
in
a
large
room
,
one
end
of
which
he
occupied
,
and
the
other
end
of
which
was
allotted
to
Boisrenard
,
who
worked
with
him
.
The
day
of
the
dinner-party
he
left
the
office
in
good
season
,
in
order
to
have
time
to
dress
,
and
was
walking
along
Rue
de
Londres
when
he
saw
before
him
a
form
which
resembled
Mme.
de
Marelle
's
.
He
felt
his
cheeks
glow
and
his
heart
throb
.
He
crossed
the
street
in
order
to
see
the
lady
's
face
;
he
was
mistaken
,
and
breathed
more
freely
.
He
had
often
wondered
what
he
should
do
if
he
met
Clotilde
face
to
face
.
Should
he
bow
to
her
or
pretend
not
to
see
her
?
"
I
should
not
see
her
,
"
thought
he
.
When
Duroy
entered
his
rooms
he
thought
:
"
I
must
change
my
apartments
;
these
will
not
do
any
longer
.
"
He
felt
both
nervous
and
gay
,
and
said
aloud
to
himself
:
"
I
must
write
to
my
father
.
"
Occasionally
he
wrote
home
,
and
his
letters
always
delighted
his
old
parents
.
As
he
tied
his
cravat
at
the
mirror
he
repeated
:
"
I
must
write
home
to-morrow
.
If
my
father
could
see
me
this
evening
in
the
house
to
which
I
am
going
,
he
would
be
surprised
.
Sacristi
,
I
shall
soon
give
a
dinner
which
has
never
been
equaled
!
"
Then
he
recalled
his
old
home
,
the
faces
of
his
father
and
mother
.
He
saw
them
seated
at
their
homely
board
,
eating
their
soup
.
He
remembered
every
wrinkle
on
their
old
faces
,
every
movement
of
their
hands
and
heads
;
he
even
knew
what
they
said
to
each
other
every
evening
as
they
supped
.
He
thought
:
"
I
will
go
to
see
them
some
day
.
"
His
toilette
completed
,
he
extinguished
his
light
and
descended
the
stairs
.
On
reaching
his
destination
,
he
boldly
entered
the
antechamber
,
lighted
by
bronze
lamps
,
and
gave
his
cane
and
his
overcoat
to
the
two
lackeys
who
approached
him
.
All
the
salons
were
lighted
.
Mme.
Walter
received
in
the
second
,
the
largest
.
She
greeted
Duroy
with
a
charming
smile
,
and
he
shook
hands
with
two
men
who
arrived
after
him
,
M.
Firmin
and
M.
Laroche-Mathieu
;
the
latter
had
especial
authority
at
the
office
on
account
of
his
influence
in
the
chamber
of
deputies
.
Then
the
Forestiers
arrived
,
Madeleine
looking
charming
in
pink
.
Charles
had
become
very
much
emaciated
and
coughed
incessantly
.
Norbert
de
Varenne
and
Jacques
Rival
came
together
.
A
door
opened
at
the
end
of
the
room
,
and
M.
Walter
entered
with
two
tall
young
girls
of
sixteen
and
seventeen
;
one
plain
,
the
other
pretty
.
Duroy
knew
that
the
manager
was
a
paterfamilias
,
but
he
was
astonished
.
He
had
thought
of
the
manager
's
daughters
as
one
thinks
of
a
distant
country
one
will
never
see
.
Then
,
too
,
he
had
fancied
them
children
,
and
he
saw
women
.
They
shook
hands
upon
being
introduced
and
seated
themselves
at
a
table
set
apart
for
them
.
One
of
the
guests
had
not
arrived
,
and
that
embarrassing
silence
which
precedes
dinners
in
general
reigned
supreme
.
Duroy
happening
to
glance
at
the
walls
,
M.
Walter
said
:
"
You
are
looking
at
my
pictures
?
I
will
show
them
all
to
you
.
"
And
he
took
a
lamp
that
they
might
distinguish
all
the
details
.
There
were
landscapes
by
Guillemet
;
"
A
Visit
to
the
Hospital
,
"
by
Gervex
;
"
A
Widow
,
"
by
Bouguereau
;
"
An
Execution
,
"
by
Jean
Paul
Laurens
,
and
many
others
.
Duroy
exclaimed
:
"
Charming
,
charming
,
char
--
"
but
stopped
short
on
hearing
behind
him
the
voice
of
Mme.
de
Marelle
who
had
just
entered
.
M.
Walter
continued
to
exhibit
and
explain
his
pictures
;
but
Duroy
saw
nothing
--
heard
without
comprehending
.
Mme.
de
Marelle
was
there
,
behind
him
.
What
should
he
do
?
If
he
greeted
her
,
might
she
not
turn
her
back
upon
him
or
utter
some
insulting
remark
?
If
he
did
not
approach
her
,
what
would
people
think
?
He
was
so
ill
at
ease
that
at
one
time
he
thought
he
should
feign
indisposition
and
return
home
.
