Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           Thedrumbeat,thehowitzerthundered,andthegentlemenonebyonemountedtheplatform,wheretheysatdowninredutrechtvelvetarm-chairsthathadbeenlentbyMadameTuvache.

           Allthesepeoplelookedalike.Theirfairflabbyfaces,somewhattannedbythesun,werethecolourofsweetcider,andtheirpuffywhiskersemergedfromstiffcollars,keptupbywhitecravatswithbroadbows.Allthewaist-coatswereofvelvet,double-breasted;allthewatcheshad,attheendofalongribbon,anovalcornelianseal;everyonerestedhistwohandsonhisthighs,carefullystretchingthestrideoftheirtrousers,whoseunspongedglossyclothshonemorebrilliantlythantheleatheroftheirheavyboots.

           Theladiesofthecompanystoodatthebackunderthevestibulebetweenthepillarswhilethecommonherdwasopposite,standinguporsittingonchairs.Asamatteroffact,Lestiboudoishadbroughtthitherallthosethathehadmovedfromthefield,andheevenkeptrunningbackeveryminutetofetchothersfromthechurch.Hecausedsuchconfusionwiththispieceofbusinessthatonehadgreatdifficultyingettingtothesmallstepsoftheplatform.

           "Ithink,"saidMonsieurLheureuxtothechemist,whowaspassingtohisplace,"thattheyoughttohaveputuptwoVenetianmastswithsomethingrathersevereandrichforornaments;itwouldhavebeenaveryprettyeffect."

           "Tobesure,"repliedHomais;"butwhatcanyouexpect?Themayortookeverythingonhisownshoulders.Hehasn’tmuchtaste.

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