Madame Bovary Page #2

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You're radiant, dear Berthe.

Romulus and Miss Arabelle were

two lengths ahead.

I jumped the ditch. That's howto

win 2,000 pounds in England.

You're luckier than I. My horses

are running to fat.

Could you pick my fan up from

behind the sofa, sir?

Maxime, for pity's sake, it's too

hot.

Your wish is my command, my

dear.

Lucien!

Madame, may I?

Oh, but I'm hardly familiar with

the waltz.

I'll lead. You'll manage very well.

You, Vicomte!

She certainly knows howto waltz!

She probably has lots of practice.

We're among the last to leave.

Did you have fun?

It's the most beautiful day of my

life.

What is it?

I'm taking my boots off. My feet

are killing me.

The most beautiful day of my life.

The doctor from Yvetot didn't

agree...

with the treatment I gave old

Bouret.

The family looked pretty grim.

What did you answer?

Nothing.

What could I answer?

What?

You were humiliated by a man...

who isn't your equal?

He didn't share my opinion nor I

his.

How dare he judge you! It's

shameful!

It doesn't matter.

Don't get so upset.

No, I won't stand for it!

What a pitiful man!

Secretly, she was waiting for

something.

Every day, on awakening, she

expected it.

She listened to every sound,

surprised when nothing came.

Then, at sunset, ever sadder...

she longed for the next day.

At that time, she hoped...

that the Marquis would give

another ball.

But September went by without a

letter or a visit.

She gave up music...

left her drawings and needlework

in the cupboard.

Sewing annoyed her.

"I've read everything," she'd say.

She sat holding the tongues in

the fire...

or watching the rain fall.

Charles had noticed his wife's

languor.

For a while, he didn't know what

to do...

then he made a secret decision...

hoping that what for him was a

great sacrifice...

would allow Emma's health to

improve.

Would you be sad...

to leave Tostes?

Why do you ask?

Because if you agree...

I've decided to open a practice in a

bigger town.

In Rouen?

No, not Rouen. Rouen's out of the

question.

In Yonville. It's almost a town.

It's at least four times bigger

than this place.

Are you sure?

If you want to, yes.

We'll start a new life.

I'll have to find new customers.

It'll be easy, I'm sure.

You're a good doctor, everybody

knows that.

Let's not take

Nastasie.

Careful, Felicite.

Yes.

Yes, ma'am.

My wedding bouquet.

- It was pretty.

- Yes.

Are you burning it, ma'am?

We're off...

to a new life.

When they left Tostes in March,

Madame Bovary was pregnant.

Be quiet, M. Homais, you pagan!

You've no religion!

One can worship God in a field...

or by gazing at the stars.

The Hirondelle's late.

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