"Well, will you come with me to the _Vie Francaise_, where I have some
proofs to correct, and then we will take a bock together?"
"All right."
They began to walk on, arm-in-arm, with that easy familiarity existing
between school-fellows and men in the same regiment.
"What are you doing in Paris?" asked Forestier.
Duroy shrugged his shoulders. "Simply starving. As soon as I finished my
term of service I came here--to make a fortune, or rather for the sake
of living in Paris; and for six months I have been a clerk in the
offices of the Northern Railway at fifteen hundred francs a year,
nothing more."