Forestier rose. "Well, good-night, then. Till to-morrow. Don't forget.
Seventeen Rue Fontaine, at half-past seven."
"That is settled. Till to-morrow. Thanks."
They shook hands, and the journalist walked away.
As soon as he had disappeared Duroy felt himself free, and again he
joyfully felt the two pieces of gold in his pocket; then rising, he
began to traverse the crowd, which he followed with his eyes.
He soon caught sight of the two women, the blonde and the brunette, who
were still making their way, with their proud bearing of beggars,
through the throng of men.
He went straight up to them, and when he was quite close he no longer
dared to do anything.