The Essential Guy de Maupassant Collection. Guy de Maupassant

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СКАЧАТЬ Then, fumbling in his vest-pocket, he drew from it two louis, placed them before his companion, and said kindly: "You can repay me when it is convenient. Buy yourself what you need and pay an installment on it. And come and dine with us at half past seven, at 17 Rue Fontaine."

      In confusion Duroy picked up the money and stammered: "You are very kind--I am much obliged--be sure I shall not forget."

      Forestier interrupted him: "That's all right, take another glass of beer. Waiter, two more glasses!" When he had paid the score, the journalist asked: "Would you like a stroll for an hour?"

      "Certainly."

      They turned toward the Madeleine. "What shall we do?" asked Forestier. "They say that in Paris an idler can always find amusement, but it is not true. A turn in the Bois is only enjoyable if you have a lady with you, and that is a rare occurrence. The cafe concerts may divert my tailor and his wife, but they do not interest me. So what can we do? Nothing! There ought to be a summer garden here, open at night, where a man could listen to good music while drinking beneath the trees. It would be a pleasant lounging place. You could walk in alleys bright with electric light and seat yourself where you pleased to hear the music. It would be charming. Where would you like to go?"

      Duroy did not know what to reply; finally he said: "I have never been to the Folies Bergeres. I should like to go there."

      His companion exclaimed: "The Folies Bergeres! Very well!"

      They turned and walked toward the Faubourg Montmartre. The brilliantly illuminated building loomed up before them. Forestier entered, Duroy stopped him. "We forgot to pass through the gate."

      The other replied in a consequential tone: "I never pay," and approached the box-office.

      "Have you a good box?"

      "Certainly, M. Forestier."

      He took the ticket handed him, pushed open the door, and they were within the hall. A cloud of tobacco smoke almost hid the stage and the opposite side of the theater. In the spacious foyer which led to the circular promenade, brilliantly dressed women mingled with black-coated men.

      Forestier forced his way rapidly through the throng and accosted an usher.

      "Box 17?"

      "This way, sir."

      The friends were shown into a tiny box, hung and carpeted in red, with four chairs upholstered in the same color. They seated themselves. To their right and left were similar boxes. On the stage three men were performing on trapezes. But Duroy paid no heed to them, his eyes finding more to interest them in the grand promenade. Forestier remarked upon the motley appearance of the throng, but Duroy did not listen to him. A woman, leaning her arms upon the edge of her loge, was staring at him. She was a tall, voluptuous brunette, her face whitened with enamel, her black eyes penciled, and her lips painted. With a movement of her head, she summoned a friend who was passing, a blonde with auburn hair, likewise inclined to embonpoint, and said to her in a whisper intended to be heard; "There is a nice fellow!"

      Forestier heard it, and said to Duroy with a smile: "You are lucky, my dear boy. My congratulations!"

      The ci-devant soldier blushed and mechanically fingered the two pieces of gold in his pocket.

      The curtain fell--the orchestra played a valse--and Duroy said:

      "Shall we walk around the gallery?"

      "If you like."

      Soon they were carried along in the current of promenaders. Duroy drank in with delight the air, vitiated as it was by tobacco and cheap perfume, but Forestier perspired, panted, and coughed.

      "Let us go into the garden," he said. Turning to the left, they entered a kind of covered garden in which two large fountains were playing. Under the yews, men and women sat at tables drinking.

      "Another glass of beer?" asked Forestier.

      "Gladly."

      They took their seats and watched the promenaders. Occasionally a woman would stop and ask with a coarse smile: "What have you to offer, sir?"

      Forestier's invariable answer was: "A glass of water from the fountain." And the woman would mutter, "Go along," and walk away.

      At last the brunette reappeared, arm-in-arm with the blonde. They made a handsome couple. The former smiled on perceiving Duroy, and taking a chair she calmly seated herself in front of him, and said in a clear voice: "Waiter, two glasses."

      In astonishment, Forestier exclaimed: "You are not at all bashful!"

      She replied: "Your friend has bewitched me; he is such a fine fellow. I believe he has turned my head."

      Duroy said nothing.

      The waiter brought the beer, which the women swallowed rapidly; then they rose, and the brunette, nodding her head and tapping Duroy's arm with her fan, said to him: "Thank you, my dear! However, you are not very talkative."

      As they disappeared, Forestier laughed and said: "Tell, me, old man, did you know that you had a charm for the weaker sex? You must be careful."

      Without replying, Duroy smiled. His friend asked: "Shall you remain any longer? I am going; I have had enough."

      Georges murmured: "Yes, I will stay a little longer: it is not late."

      Forestier arose: "Very well, then, good-bye until to-morrow. Do not forget: 17 Rue Fontaine at seven thirty."

      "I shall not forget. Thank you."

      The friends shook hands and the journalist left Duroy to his own devices.

      Forestier once out of sight, Duroy felt free, and again he joyously touched the gold pieces in his pocket; then rising, he mingled with the crowd.

      He soon discovered the blonde and the brunette. He went toward them, but when near them dared not address them.

      The brunette called out to him: "Have you found your tongue?"

      He stammered: "Zounds!" too bashful to say another word. A pause ensued, during which the brunette took his arm and together they left the hall.

      CHAPTER II.

      MADAME FORESTIER

      "Where does M. Forestier live?"

      "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, СКАЧАТЬ