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Bel Ami
by Henri Rene Guy De Maupassant
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER I。 POVERTY
CHAPTER II。 MADAME FORESTIER
CHAPTER III。 FIRST ATTEMPTS
CHAPTER IV。 DUROY LEARNS SOMETHING
CHAPTER V。 THE FIRST INTRIGUE
CHAPTER VI。 A STEP UPWARD
CHAPTER VII。 A DUEL WITH AN END
CHAPTER VIII。 DEATH AND A PROPOSAL
CHAPTER IX。 MARRIAGE
CHAPTER X。 JEALOUSY
CHAPTER XI。 MADAME WALTER TAKES A HAND
CHAPTER XII。 A MEETING AND THE RESULT
CHAPTER XIII。 MADAME MARELLE
CHAPTER XIV。 THE WILL
CHAPTER XV。 SUZANNE
CHAPTER XVI。 DIVORCE
CHAPTER XVII。 THE FINAL PLOT
CHAPTER XVIII。 ATTAINMENT
BEL…AMI
CHAPTER I。
POVERTY
After changing his five…franc piece Georges Duroy left the
restaurant。 He twisted his mustache in military style and cast a
rapid; sweeping glance upon the diners; among whom were three
saleswomen; an untidy music…teacher of uncertain age; and two women
with their husbands。
When he reached the sidewalk; he paused to consider what route he
should take。 It was the twenty…eighth of June and he had only three
francs in his pocket to last him the remainder of the month。 That
meant two dinners and no lunches; or two lunches and no dinners;
according to choice。 As he pondered upon this unpleasant state of
affairs; he sauntered down Rue Notre Dame de Lorette; preserving his
military air and carriage; and rudely jostled the people upon the
streets in order to clear a path for himself。 He appeared to be
hostile to the passers…by; and even to the houses; the entire city。
Tall; well…built; fair; with blue eyes; a curled mustache; hair
naturally wavy and parted in the middle; he recalled the hero of the
popular romances。
It was one of those sultry; Parisian evenings when not a breath of
air is stirring; the sewers exhaled poisonous gases and the
restaurants the disagreeable odors of cooking and of kindred smells。
Porters in their shirt…sleeves; astride their chairs; smoked their
pipes at the carriage gates; and pedestrians strolled leisurely
along; hats in hand。
When Georges Duroy reached the boulevard he halted again; undecided
as to which road to choose。 Finally he turned toward the Madeleine
and followed the tide of people。
The large; well…patronized cafes tempted Duroy; but were he to drink
only two glasses of beer in an evening; farewell to the meager
supper the following night! Yet he said to himself: 〃I will take a
glass at the Americain。 By Jove; I am thirsty。〃
He glanced at men seated at the tables; men who could afford to
slake their thirst; and he scowled at them。 〃Rascals!〃 he muttered。
If he could have caught one of them at a corner in the dark he would
have choked him without a scruple! He recalled the two years spent
in Africa; and the manner in which he had extorted money from the
Arabs。 A smile hovered about his lips at the recollection of an
escapade which had cost three men their lives; a foray which had
given his two comrades and himself seventy fowls; two sheep; money;
and something to laugh about for six months。 The culprits were never
found; indeed; they were not sought for; the Arab being looked upon
as the soldier's prey。
But in Paris it was different; there one could not commit such deeds
with impunity。 He regretted that he had not remained where he was;
but he had hoped to improve his conditionand for that reason he
was in Paris!
He passed the Vaudeville and stopped at the Cafe Americain; debating
as to whether he should take that 〃glass。〃 Before deciding; he
glanced at a clock; it was a quarter past nine。 He knew that when
the beer was placed in front of him; he would drink it; and then
what would he do at eleven o'clock? So he walked on; intending to go
as far as the Madeleine and return。
When he reached the Place de l'Opera; a tall; young man passed him;
whose face he fancied was familiar。 He followed him; repeating:
〃Where the deuce have I seen that fellow?〃
For a time he racked his brain in vain; then suddenly he saw the
same man; but not so corpulent and more youthful; attired in the
uniform of a Hussar。 He exclaimed: 〃Wait; Forestier!〃 and hastening
up to him; laid his hand upon the man's shoulder。 The latter turned;
looked at him; and said: 〃What do you want; sir?〃
Duroy began to laugh: 〃Don't you remember me?〃
〃No。〃
〃Not remember Georges Duroy of the Sixth Hussars。〃
Forestier extended both hands。
〃Ah; my dear fellow; how are you?〃
〃Very well。 And how are you?〃
〃Oh; I am not very well。 I cough six months out of the twelve as a
result of bronchitis contracted at Bougival; about the time of my
return to Paris four years ago。〃
〃But you look well。〃
Forestier; taking his former comrade's arm; told him of his malady;
of the consultations; the opinions and the advice of the doctors and
of the difficulty of following their advice in his position。 They
ordered him to spend the winter in the south; but how could he? He
was married and was a journalist in a responsible editorial
position。
〃I manage the political department on 'La Vie Francaise'; I report
the doings of the Senate for 'Le Salut;' and from time to time I
write for 'La Planete。' That is what I am doing。〃
Duroy; in surprise; glanced at him。 He was very much changed。
Formerly Forestier had been thin; giddy; noisy; and always in good
spirits。 But three years of life in Paris had made another man of
him; now he was stout and serious; and his hair was gray on his
temples although he could not number more than twenty…seven years。
Forestier asked: 〃Where are you going?〃
Duroy replied: 〃Nowhere in particular。〃
〃Very well; will you accompany me to the 'Vie Francaise' where I
have some proofs to correct; and afterward take a drink with me?〃
〃Yes; gladly。〃
They walked along arm…in…arm with that familiarity which exists
between schoolmates and brother…officers。
〃What are you doing in Paris?〃 asked Forestier; Duroy shrugged his
shoulders。
〃Dying of hunger; simply。 When my time was up; I came hither to make
my fortune; or rather to live in Parisand for six months I have
been employed in a railroad office at fifteen hundred francs a
year。〃
Forestier murmured: 〃That is not very much。〃
〃But what can I do?〃 answered Duroy。 〃I am alone; I know no one; I
have no recommendations。 The spirit is not lacking; but the means
are。〃
His companion looked at him from head to foot like a practical man
who is examining a subject; then he said; in a tone of conviction:
〃You see; my dear fellow; all depends on assurance; here。 A shrewd;
observing man can sometimes become a minister。 You must obtrude
yourself and yet not ask anything。 But how is it you have not found
anything better than a clerkship at the station?〃
Duroy replied: 〃I hunted everywhere and found nothing else。 But I
know where I can get three thousand francs at leastas riding…
master at the Pellerin school。〃
Forestier stopped him: 〃Don't do it; for you can earn ten thousand
francs。 You will ruin your prospects at once。 In your office at
least no one knows you; you can leave it if you wish to at any time。
But when you are once a riding…master all will be over。 You might as
well be a butler in a house to which all Paris comes to dine。 When
you have given riding lessons to men of the world or to their sons;
they will no longer consider you their equal。〃
He paused; reflected several seconds and then asked:
〃Are you a bachelor?〃
〃Yes; though I have been smitten several times。〃
〃That makes no difference。 If Cicero and Tiberius were mentioned
would you know who they were?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Good; no one knows any more except about a score of fools。 It is
not difficult to pass for being learned。 The secret is not to betray
your ignorance。 Just maneuver; avoid the quicksands and obstacles;
and the rest can be found in a dictionary。〃
He spoke like one who understood human nature; and he smiled as the
crowd passed them by。 Suddenly he began to cough and stopped to
allow the paroxysm to spend itself; then he said in a discouraged
tone:
〃Isn't it tiresome not to be able to get rid of thi