Chapter

 1 I    |        they went downstairs, they met a stout, little man with
 2 II   |           that of the girl he had met the preceding evening at
 3 II   |         As he turned his head, he met Mme. Forestier’s eyes, in
 4 III  |         that M. Forestier, whom I met on the street, sent me.”~
 5 III  |          but your husband, whom I met below, insisted—I dare scarcely
 6 V    |          had done since they last met. She replied in a flute-like
 7 V    |        upon her lover’s arm. They met no one.~He was still in
 8 V    |          o’clock.—CLO.”~When they met, she rushed into his arms,
 9 V    |          return it when next they met. The next morning it was
10 V    |       good evening to me when you met me.”~During that tirade
11 VI   |           what he should do if he met Clotilde face to face. Should
12 VI   |       descended the staircase, he met Norbert de Varenne, who
13 VI   |       descended the staircase, he met M. de Vaudrec ascending.
14 VII  |           freely when these words met his eye:~“M. Duroy of ‘La
15 VIII |           a word. That night they met at dinner; directly after
16 IX   |        Forestier, for they seldom met in public.~One evening Madeleine
17 XI   |           been well since we last met?”~“Yes; have you, Bel-Ami?”
18 XI   |           have kept them until we met again.” And Du Roy took
19 XI   |         face with Mme. Walter, he met her troubled but caressing
20 XII  | sauntering down the nave, when he met the stout, bold man wandering
21 XII  |      whistling. In the doorway he met the stout gentleman. When
22 XII  |         of a comical old priest I met a short while since.”~* * * * * * *~
23 XIII |    several members of the cabinet met every week. The president
24 XIII |           de Constantinople. They met there regularly twice a
25 XIII |           At first they had often met at Rue de Constantinople,
26 XIII |       that nephew?”~“They had not met for ten years.”~“Had he
27 XV   |          de Marelle. He had often met the wife, but he had not
28 XV   |          the wife, but he had not met the husband for some time;
29 XV   |          and annoyed him.~Suzanne met them at a door and cried: “
30 XV   |          buttons the last time we met, and it caused trouble between
31 XVII |           carriage and their eyes met.~Mme. Walter was contented
32 XVIII|       Clotilde de Marelle, having met at the door, entered them.
33 XVIII|           I am yours.”~Their eyes met, smiling, bright, full of