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 journalist drew him away, while M. Walter returned to the game of ecarte he had been engaged in when they entered. Forestier and Duroy returned to the room in which Georges had found his friend. The latter said to his new reporter:
'You must come here every day at three o'clock, and I will tell you what places to go to. First of all, I shall give you a letter of introduction to the chief of the police, who will in turn introduce you to one of his employees. You can arrange with him for all important news, official and semiofficial. For details you can apply to Saint-Potin, who is posted; you will see him to-morrow. Above all, you must learn to make your way everywhere in spite of closed doors. You will receive two hundred francs a months, two sous a line for original matter, and two sous a line for articles you are ordered to write on different subjects.'
'What shall I do to-day?' asked Duroy.
'I have no work for you to-day; you can go if you wish to.'
'And our--our article?'
'Oh, do not worry about it; I will correct the proofs. Do the rest to-morrow and come here at three o'clock as you did to-day.'
And after shaking hands, Duroy descended the staircase with a light heart.
CHAPTER IV.
DUROY LEARNS SOMETHING
Georges Duroy did not sleep well, so anxious was he to see his article in print. He rose at daybreak, and was on the street long before the newsboys. When he secured a paper and saw his name at the end of a column in large letters, he became very much excited. He felt inclined to enact the part of a newsboy and cry out to the hurrying throng: 'Buy this! it contains an article by me!' He strolled along to a cafe and seated himself in order to read the article through; that done he decided to go to the railroad office, draw his salary, and hand in his resignation.
With great pomposity he informed the chief clerk that he was on the staff of 'La Vie Francaise,' and by that means was avenged for many petty insults which had been offered him. He then had some cards written with his new calling beneath his name, made several purchases, and repaired to the office of 'La Vie Francaise.' Forestier received him loftily as one would an inferior.
'Ah, here you are! Very well; I have several things for you to do. Just wait ten minutes till I finish this work.' He continued writing.
At the other end of the table sat a short, pale man, very stout and bald. Forestier asked him, when his letter was completed, 'Saint- Potin, at what time shall you interview those people?'
'At four o'clock.'
'Take Duroy, who is here, with you and initiate him into the business.'
'Very well.'
Then turning to his friend, Forestier added: 'Have you brought the other paper on Algeria? The article this morning was very successful.'
Duroy stammered: 'No, I thought I should have time this afternoon. I had so much to do--I could not.'
The other shrugged his shoulders. 'If you are not more careful, you will spoil your future. M. Walter counted on your copy. I will tell him it will be ready to-morrow. If you think you will be paid for doing nothing, you are mistaken.' After a pause, he added: 'You should strike while the iron is hot.'
Saint-Potin rose: 'I am ready,' said he.
Forestier turned around in his chair and said, to Duroy: 'Listen. The Chinese general Li-Theng-Fao, stopping at the Continental, and Rajah Taposahib Ramaderao Pali, stopping at Hotel Bishop, have been in Paris two days. You must interview them.' Addressing Saint-Potin, he said: 'Do not forget the principal points I indicated to you. Ask the general and the rajah their opinions on the dealings of England in the extreme East, their ideas of their system of colonization and government, their hopes relative to the intervention of Europe and of France in particular.' To Duroy he said: 'Observe what Saint- Potin says; he is an excellent reporter, and try to learn how to draw out a man in five minutes.' Then he resumed his work.
The two men walked down the boulevard together, while Saint-Potin gave Duroy a sketch of all the officials connected with the paper, sparing no one in his criticism. When he mentioned Forestier, he said: 'As for him, he was fortunate in marrying his wife.'
Duroy asked: 'What about his wife?'
Saint-Potin rubbed his hands. 'Oh, she is beloved by an old fellow named Vaudrec--he dotes upon her.'
Duroy felt as if he would like to box Saint-Potin's ears. To change the subject he said: 'It seems to me that it is late, and we have two noble lords to call upon!'
Saint-Potin laughed: 'You are very innocent! Do you think that I am going to interview that Chinese and that Indian? As if I did not know better than they do what they should think to please the readers of 'La Vie Francaise'! I have interviewed five hundred Chinese, Prussians, Hindoos, Chilians, and Japanese. They all say the same thing. I need only copy my article on the last comer, word for word, changing the heading, names, titles, and ages: in that there must be no error, or I shall be hauled over the coals by the 'Figaro' or 'Gaulois.' But on that subject the porter of the hotels will post me in five minutes. We will smoke our cigars and stroll in that direction. Total--one hundred
