Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Flaubertswelled with pride, as if this homage that he meant for anotherhad recoiled upon himself.into the church in three enormous rays from the three openedcoloured carpet. The broad daylight from without streamedBut he was afraid of being seen; he resolutely entered the portals. From time to time at the upper end a sacristan passed,church. The beadle, who was just then standing on the thresholdin the middle of the left doorway, under the “Dancing The crystal lustres hung motionless. In the choir a silver lampmaking the oblique genuflexion of devout persons in a hurry.Marianne,” with feather cap, and rapier dangling against his was burning, and from the side chapels and dark places of thecalves, came in, more majestic than a cardinal, and as shining church sometimes rose sounds like sighs, with the clang of aas a saint on a holy pyx.closing grating, its echo reverberating under the lofty vault.He came towards Leon, and, with that smile of wheedling Leon with solemn steps walked along by the walls. Life hadbenignity assumed by ecclesiastics when they question children—charming, agitated, looking back at the glances that followednever seemed so good to him. She would come directly,“The gentleman, no doubt, does not belong to these parts? her, and with her flounced dress, her gold eyeglass, her thinThe gentleman would like to see the curiosities of the church?” shoes, with all sorts of elegant trifles that he had never enjoyed,and with the ineffable seduction of yielding virtue. The“No!” said the other.And he first went round the lower aisles. Then he went out church like a huge boudoir spread around her; the arches bentto look at the Place. Emma was not coming yet. He went up down to gather in the shade the confession of her love; theagain to the choir.windows shone resplendent to illumine her face, and the censerswould burn that she might appear like an angel amid theThe nave was reflected in the full fonts with the beginningof the arches and some portions of the glass windows. But fumes of the sweet-smelling odours.the reflections of the paintings, broken by the marble rim, But she did not come. He sat down on a chair, and his eyeswere continued farther on upon the flag-stones, like a many-fell upon a blue stained window representing boatmen carry-205