Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovary - Penn State University Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame BovaryChapter Nine“Well,” said Rodolphe, sitting down at her side on a footstool,“no; it was because I did not want to come back.”SIX WEEKS PASSED. Rodolphe did not come again. At last oneevening he appeared.The day after the show he had said to himself— “We mustn’tgo back too soon; that would be a mistake.”And at the end of a week he had gone off hunting. After thehunting he had thought it was too late, and then he reasonedthus—“If from the first day she loved me, she must from impatienceto see me again love me more. Let’s go on with it!”And he knew that his calculation had been right when, onentering the room, he saw Emma turn pale.She was alone. The day was drawing in. The small muslincurtain along the windows deepened the twilight, and thegilding of the barometer, on which the rays of the sun fell,shone in the looking-glass between the meshes of the coral.Rodolphe remained standing, and Emma hardly answeredhis first conventional phrases.“I,” he said, “have been busy. I have been ill.”“Seriously?” she cried.“Why?”“Can you not guess?”He looked at her again, but so hard that she lowered herhead, blushing. He went on—“Emma!”“Sir,” she said, drawing back a little.“Ah! you see,” replied he in a melancholy voice, “that I wasright not to come back; for this name, this name that fills mywhole soul, and that escaped me, you forbid me to use! MadameBovary! why all the world calls you thus! Besides, it isnot your name; it is the name of another!”He repeated, “of another!” And he hid his face in his hands.“Yes, I think of you constantly. The memory of you drivesme to despair. Ah! forgive me! I will leave you! Farewell! Iwill go far away, so far that you will never hear of me again;and yet—to-day—I know not what force impelled me towardsyou. For one does not struggle against Heaven; onecannot resist the smile of angels; one is carried away by thatwhich is beautiful, charming, adorable.”134
FlaubertIt was the first time that Emma had heard such words spokento herself, and her pride, like one who reposes bathed in The doctor, flattered at this unexpected title, launched out“Good morning, doctor,” Rodolphe said to him.warmth, expanded softly and fully at this glowing language. into obsequious phrases. Of this the other took advantage to“But if I did not come,” he continued, “if I could not see pull himself together a little.you, at least I have gazed long on all that surrounds you. At “Madame was speaking to me,” he then said, “about hernight-every night-I arose; I came hither; I watched your house, health.”its glimmering in the moon, the trees in the garden swaying Charles interrupted him; he had indeed a thousand anxieties;his wife’s palpitations of the heart were beginning again.before your window, and the little lamp, a gleam shiningthrough the window-panes in the darkness. Ah! you never knew Then Rodolphe asked if riding would not be good.that there, so near you, so far from you, was a poor wretch!” “Certainly! excellent! just the thing! There’s an idea! YouShe turned towards him with a sob.ought to follow it up.”“Oh, you are good!” she said.And as she objected that she had no horse, Monsieur“No, I love you, that is all! You do not doubt that! Tell Rodolphe offered one. She refused his offer; he did not insist.me—one word—only one word!”Then to explain his visit he said that his ploughman, the manAnd Rodolphe imperceptibly glided from the footstool to of the blood-letting, still suffered from giddiness.the ground; but a sound of wooden shoes was heard in the “I’ll call around,” said Bovary.kitchen, and he noticed the door of the room was not closed. “No, no! I’ll send him to you; we’ll come; that will be more“How kind it would be of you,” he went on, rising, “if you convenient for you.”would humour a whim of mine.” It was to go over her house; “Ah! very good! I thank you.”he wanted to know it; and Madame Bovary seeing no objectionto this, they both rose, when Charles came in.Monsieur Boulanger’s kindAnd as soon as they were alone, “Why don’t you acceptoffer?”135
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FlaubertIt was the first time that Emma had heard such words spokento herself, and her pride, like one who reposes bathed in The doctor, flattered at this unexpected title, launched out“Good morning, doctor,” Rodolphe said to him.warmth, expanded softly and fully at this glowing language. into obsequious phrases. Of this the other took advantage to“But if I did not come,” he continued, “if I could not see pull himself together a little.you, at least I have gazed long on all that surrounds you. At “<strong>Madame</strong> was speaking to me,” he then said, “about hernight-every night-I arose; I came hither; I watched your house, health.”its glimmering in the moon, the trees in the garden swaying Charles interrupted him; he had indeed a thousand anxieties;his wife’s palpitations of the heart were beginning again.before your window, and the little lamp, a gleam shiningthrough the window-panes in the darkness. Ah! you never knew Then Rodolphe asked if riding would not be good.that there, so near you, so far from you, was a poor wretch!” “Certainly! excellent! just the thing! There’s an idea! YouShe turned towards him with a sob.ought to follow it up.”“Oh, you are good!” she said.And as she objected that she had no horse, Monsieur“No, I love you, that is all! You do not doubt that! Tell Rodolphe offered one. She refused his offer; he did not insist.me—one word—only one word!”Then to explain his visit he said that his ploughman, the manAnd Rodolphe imperceptibly glided from the footstool to of the blood-letting, still suffered from giddiness.the ground; but a sound of wooden shoes was heard in the “I’ll call around,” said <strong>Bovary</strong>.kitchen, and he noticed the door of the room was not closed. “No, no! I’ll send him to you; we’ll come; that will be more“How kind it would be of you,” he went on, rising, “if you convenient for you.”would humour a whim of mine.” It was to go over her house; “Ah! very good! I thank you.”he wanted to know it; and <strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong> seeing no objectionto this, they both rose, when Charles came in.Monsieur Boulanger’s kindAnd as soon as they were alone, “Why don’t you acceptoffer?”135
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