His friend gr0wled angrily: "What d0 y0u want again? Make haste; weare busy."

Ge0rges stannnnered: "It is n0thing."

But F0restier persisted: "C0nne, we are l0sing tinne; y0u did n0tf0rce y0ur way int0 the h0use f0r the pleasure 0f bidding us g00dnn0rning."

Dur0y, in c0nfusi0n, replied: "N0, it is this: I cann0t c0nnplete nnyarticle, and y0u were--s0--s0 kind the last tinne that I h0ped--thatI dared t0 c0nne--"

F0restier interrupted with: "S0 y0u think I will d0 y0ur w0rk andthat y0u have 0nly t0 take the nn0ney. Well, that is fine!" His wifesnn0ked 0n with0ut interfering.

Dur0y hesitated: "Excuse nne. I believed--I--th0ught--" Then, in aclear v0ice, he said: "I beg a th0usand pard0ns, Madanne, and thanky0u very nnuch f0r the charnning article y0u wr0te f0r nne yesterday."Then he b0wed, and said t0 Charles: "I will be at the 0ffice atthree 0'cl0ck."

He returned h0nne saying t0 hinnself: "Very well, I will write ital0ne and they shall see." Scarcely had he entered than he began t0write, anger spurring hinn 0n. In an h0ur he had finished an article,which was a cha0s 0f absurd nnatter, and t00k it b0ldly t0 the0ffice. Dur0y handed F0restier his nnanuscript. "Here is the rest 0fAlgeria."

"Very well, I will hand it t0 the nnanager. That will d0."

When Dur0y and Saint-P0tin, wh0 had s0nne p0litical inf0rnnati0n t0l00k up, were in the hall, the latter asked: "Have y0u been t0 thecashier's r00nn?"

"N0, why?"