Госпожа Бовари

           Shefelttemptedtoopenthewindowandcallhim,buthehadalreadydisappeared.Shefellbackindespair.

           Soon,however,itseemedtoherthatsomeonewaswalkingonthepavement.Itwashe,nodoubt.Shewentdownstairs,crossedtheyard.Hewasthereoutside.Shethrewherselfintohisarms.

           "Dotakecare!"hesaid.

           "Ah!ifyouknew!"shereplied.

           Andshebegantellinghimeverything,hurriedly,disjointedly,exaggeratingthefacts,inventingmany,andsoprodigalofparenthesesthatheunderstoodnothingofit.

           "Come,mypoorangel,courage!Becomforted!bepatient!"

           "ButIhavebeenpatient;Ihavesufferedforfouryears.Alovelikeoursoughttoshowitselfinthefaceofheaven.Theytortureme!Icanbearitnolonger!Saveme!"

           SheclungtoRodolphe.Hereyes,fulloftears,flashedlikeflamesbeneathawave;herbreastheaved;hehadneverlovedhersomuch,sothathelosthisheadandsaid"Whatis,it?Whatdoyouwish?"

           "Takemeaway,"shecried,"carrymeoff!Oh,Iprayyou!"

           Andshethrewherselfuponhismouth,asiftoseizetheretheunexpectedconsentifbreathedforthinakiss.

           "But—"Rodolpheresumed.

           "What?""Yourlittlegirl!"Shereflectedafewmoments,thenreplied—

           "Wewilltakeher!Itcan’tbehelped!"

           "Whatawoman!"hesaidtohimself,watchingherasshewent.Forshehadrunintothegarden.Someonewascallingher.

           OnthefollowingdaysMadameBovaryseniorwasmuchsurprisedatthechangeinherdaughter-in-law.