Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame Bovary“Go, try, try! I will love you so!”“However, if you don’t see me by three o’clock do not waitHe went out, and came back at the end of an hour, saying, for me, my darling. I must be off now; forgive me! Goodbye!”with solemn face—He pressed her hand, but it felt quite lifeless. Emma had no“I have been to three people with no success.”strength left for any sentiment.Then they remained sitting face to face at the two chimney Four o’clock struck, and she rose to return to Yonville, mechanicallyobeying the force of old habits.corners, motionless, in silence. Emma shrugged her shouldersas she stamped her feet. He heard her murmuring— The weather was fine. It was one of those March days, clear“If I were in your place _I_ should soon get some.” and sharp, when the sun shines in a perfectly white sky. The“But where?”Rouen folk, in Sunday-clothes, were walking about with“At your office.” And she looked at him.happy looks. She reached the Place du Parvis. People wereAn infernal boldness looked out from her burning eyes, coming out after vespers; the crowd flowed out through theand their lids drew close together with a lascivious and encouraginglook, so that the young man felt himself growing and in the middle one, more motionless than a rock, stoodthree doors like a stream through the three arches of a bridge,weak beneath the mute will of this woman who was urging the beadle.him to a crime. Then he was afraid, and to avoid any explanationhe smote his forehead, crying—of hope, she had entered beneath this large nave, that hadThen she remembered the day when, all anxious and full“Morel is to come back to-night; he will not refuse me, I opened out before her, less profound than her love; and shehope” (this was one of his friends, the son of a very rich merchant);“and I will bring it you to-morrow,” he added. most fainting.walked on weeping beneath her veil, giddy, staggering, al-Emma did not seem to welcome this hope with all the joy he “Take care!” cried a voice issuing from the gate of a courtyardthat was thrown had expected. Did she suspect the lie? He went on, blushing—open.254