When they reached the threshold he saw a crowd gathered outside,
come to gaze at him, Georges du Roy.  The people of Paris envied him.
Raising his eyes, he saw beyond the Place de la Concorde, the
chamber of deputies, and it seemed to him that it was only a stone's
throw from the portico of the Madeleine to that of the Palais
Bourbon. 

Leisurely they descended the steps between two rows of spectators,
but Georges did not see them; his thoughts had returned to the past,
and before his eyes, dazzled by the bright sunlight, floated the
image of Mme.  de Marelle, rearranging the curly locks upon her
temples before the mirror in their apartments. 

End ofEProject Gutenberg Etext Bel Ami, by Henri Rene Guy De Maupassant