here the other night with M. Forestier, who promised to get me a
pass. I do not know if he remembered it."

The register was consulted, but his name was not inscribed upon it.
However, the cashier, a very affable man, said to him: "Come in, M.
Duroy, and speak to the manager yourself; he will see that
everything is all right."

He entered and almost at once came upon Rachel, the woman he had
seen there before. She approached him: "Good evening, my dear; are
you well?"

"Very well; how are you?"

"I am not ill. I have dreamed of you twice since the other night."

Duroy smiled. "What does that mean?"

"That means that I like you"; she raised her eyes to the young man's
face, took his arm and leaning upon it, said: "Let us drink a glass
of wine and then take a walk. I should like to go to the opera like
this, with you, to show you off."

* * * * * * *

At daybreak he again sallied forth to obtain a "Vie Francaise." He
opened the paper feverishly; his article was not there. On entering
the office several hours later, he said to M. Walter: "I was very
much surprised this morning not to see my second article on
Algeria."