Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           HewalkedupanddownwaitingforEmmatofinishdressing.

           Hesawherfrombehindintheglassbetweentwolights.Herblackeyesseemedblackerthanever.Herhair,undulatingtowardstheears,shonewithabluelustre;aroseinherchignontrembledonitsmobilestalk,withartificialdewdropsonthetipoftheleaves.Sheworeagownofpalesaffrontrimmedwiththreebouquetsofpomponrosesmixedwithgreen.

           Charlescameandkissedheronhershoulder.

           "Letmealone!"shesaid;"youaretumblingme."

           Onecouldheartheflourishoftheviolinandthenotesofahorn.Shewentdownstairsrestrainingherselffromrunning.

           Dancinghadbegun.Guestswerearriving.Therewassomecrushing.

           Shesatdownonaformnearthedoor.

           Thequadrilleover,thefloorwasoccupiedbygroupsofmenstandingupandtalkingandservantsinliverybearinglargetrays.Alongthelineofseatedwomenpaintedfanswerefluttering,bouquetshalfhidsmilingfaces,andgoldstopperedscent-bottleswereturnedinpartly-closedhands,whosewhiteglovesoutlinedthenailsandtightenedonthefleshatthewrists.Lacetrimmings,diamondbrooches,medallionbraceletstrembledonbodices,gleamedonbreasts,clinkedonbarearms.

           Thehair,well-smoothedoverthetemplesandknottedatthenape,borecrowns,orbunches,orspraysofmytosotis,jasmine,pomegranateblossoms,earsofcorn,andcorn-flowers.Calmlyseatedintheirplaces,motherswithforbiddingcountenanceswerewearingredturbans.

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