Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame Bovarywith worm-eaten balconies that creak in the wind on winter de Lammermoor-Lagardy-Opera-etc.” The weather was fine,nights, always full of people, noise, and feeding, whose black the people were hot, perspiration trickled amid the curls, andtables are sticky with coffee and brandy, the thick windows handkerchiefs taken from pockets were mopping red foreheads;and now and then a warm wind that blew from themade yellow by the flies, the damp napkins stained with cheapwine, and that always smells of the village, like ploughboys river gently stirred the border of the tick awnings hangingdressed in Sundayclothes, has a cafe on the street, and towards from the doors of the public-houses. A little lower down,the countryside a kitchen-garden. Charles at once set out. He however, one was refreshed by a current of icy air that smeltmuddled up the stage-boxes with the gallery, the pit with the of tallow, leather, and oil. This was an exhalation from theboxes; asked for explanations, did not understand them; was Rue des Charrettes, full of large black warehouses where theysent from the box-office to the acting-manager; came back to made casks.the inn, returned to the theatre, and thus several times traversedthe whole length of the town from the theatre to the to have a little stroll in the harbour, and Bovary prudentlyFor fear of seeming ridiculous, Emma before going in wishedboulevard.kept his tickets in his hand, in the pocket of his trousers,Madame Bovary bought a bonnet, gloves, and a bouquet. which he pressed against his stomach.The doctor was much afraid of missing the beginning, and, Her heart began to beat as soon as she reached the vestibule.without having had time to swallow a plate of soup, they She involuntarily smiled with vanity on seeing the crowd rushingto the right by the other corridor while she went up thepresented themselves at the doors of the theatre, which werestill closed. Chapter Fifteenstaircase to the reserved seats. She was as pleased as a child to pushThe crowd was waiting against the wall, symmetrically enclosedbetween the balustrades. At the corner of the her might the dusty smell of the lobbies, and when she was seatedwith her finger the large tapestried door. She breathed in with allneighbouring streets huge bills repeated in quaint letters “Lucie in her box she bent forward with the air of a duchess.190