Госпожа Бовари

           Onedaymore!"

           Herosetogo;andasifthemovementhemadehadbeenthesignalfortheirflight,Emmasaid,suddenlyassumingagayair—

           "Youhavethepassports?"

           "Yes."

           "Youareforgettingnothing?"

           "No."

           "Areyousure?"

           "Certainly."

           "ItisattheHoteldeProvence,isitnot,thatyouwillwaitformeatmidday?"

           Henodded.

           "Tillto-morrowthen!"saidEmmainalastcaress;andshewatchedhimgo.

           Hedidnotturnround.Sheranafterhim,and,leaningoverthewater’sedgebetweenthebulrushes

           "To-morrow!"shecried.

           Hewasalreadyontheothersideoftheriverandwalkingfastacrossthemeadow.

           AfterafewmomentsRodolphestopped;andwhenhesawherwithherwhitegowngraduallyfadeawayintheshadelikeaghost,hewasseizedwithsuchabeatingoftheheartthatheleantagainstatreelestheshouldfall.

           "WhatanimbecileIam!"hesaidwithafearfuloath."Nomatter!Shewasaprettymistress!"

           AndimmediatelyEmma’sbeauty,withallthepleasuresoftheirlove,camebacktohim.Foramomenthesoftened;thenherebelledagainsther.

           "For,afterall,"heexclaimed,gesticulating,"Ican’texilemyself—haveachildonmyhands."

           Hewassayingthesethingstogivehimselffirmness.

           "Andbesides,theworry,theexpense!Ah!no,no,no,no!athousandtimesno!Thatwouldbetoostupid."