Madame Bovary - Penn State University

FlaubertAn Yvetot doctor whom he had lately met in consultation what she had read, such as a passage in a novel, of a new play,had somewhat humiliated him at the very bedside of the patient,before the assembled relatives. When, in the evening, feuilleton; for, after all, Charles was something, an ever-openor an anecdote of the “upper ten” that she had seen in aCharles told her this anecdote, Emma inveighed loudly against ear, and ever-ready approbation. She confided many a thinghis colleague. Charles was much touched. He kissed her foreheadwith a tear in his eyes. But she was angered with shame; fireplace or to the pendulum of the clock.to her greyhound. She would have done so to the logs in theshe felt a wild desire to strike him; she went to open the windowin the passage and breathed in the fresh air to calm herself. something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turnedAt the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for“What a man! What a man!” she said in a low voice, biting despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar offher lips.some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not knowBesides, she was becoming more irritated with him. As he what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her,grew older his manner grew heavier; at dessert he cut the corks towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallopof the empty bottles; after eating he cleaned his teeth with his or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to thetongue; in taking soup he made a gurgling noise with every portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it wouldspoonful; and, as he was getting fatter, the puffed-out cheeks come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with aseemed to push the eyes, always small, up to the temples. start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, alwaysSometimes Emma tucked the red borders of his under-vest more saddened, she longed for the morrow.unto his waistcoat, rearranged his cravat, and threw away the Spring came round. With the first warm weather, when thedirty gloves he was going to put on; and this was not, as he pear trees began to blossom, she suffered from dyspnoea.fancied, for himself; it was for herself, by a diffusion of egotism,of nervous irritation. Sometimes, too, she told him of there were to October, thinking that perhaps theFrom the beginning of July she counted how many weeksMarquis55