Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 13

           Brain-feverhadsetin.

           Forforty-threedaysCharlesdidnotleaveher.Hegaveupallhispatients;henolongerwenttobed;hewasconstantlyfeelingherpulse,puttingonsinapismsandcold-watercompresses.HesentJustinasfarasNeufchatelforice;theicemeltedontheway;hesenthimbackagain.HecalledMonsieurCanivetintoconsultation;hesentforDr.Lariviere,hisoldmaster,fromRouen;hewasindespair.WhatalarmedhimmostwasEmma’sprostration,forshedidnotspeak,didnotlisten,didnotevenseemtosuffer,asifherbodyandsoulwerebothrestingtogetherafteralltheirtroubles.

           AboutthemiddleofOctobershecouldsitupinbedsupportedbypillows.Charlesweptwhenhesawhereatherfirstbread-and-jelly.Herstrengthreturnedtoher;shegotupforafewhoursofanafternoon,andoneday,whenshefeltbetter,hetriedtotakeher,leaningonhisarm,forawalkroundthegarden.Thesandofthepathswasdisappearingbeneaththedeadleaves;shewalkedslowly,draggingalongherslippers,andleaningagainstCharles’sshoulder.Shesmiledallthetime.

           Theywentthustothebottomofthegardenneartheterrace.Shedrewherselfupslowly,shadinghereyeswithherhandtolook.Shelookedfaroff,asfarasshecould,butonthehorizonwereonlygreatbonfiresofgrasssmokingonthehills.

           "Youwilltireyourself,mydarling!"saidBovary.And,pushinghergentlytomakehergointothearbour,"Sitdownonthisseat;you’llbecomfortable."

           "Oh!no;notthere!"shesaidinafalteringvoice

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