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Then
her
remembrance
of
the
novel
helping
her
to
understand
the
libretto
,
she
followed
the
story
phrase
by
phrase
,
while
vague
thoughts
that
came
back
to
her
dispersed
at
once
again
with
the
bursts
of
music
.
She
gave
herself
up
to
the
lullaby
of
the
melodies
,
and
felt
all
her
being
vibrate
as
if
the
violin
bows
were
drawn
over
her
nerves
.
She
had
not
eyes
enough
to
look
at
the
costumes
,
the
scenery
,
the
actors
,
the
painted
trees
that
shook
when
anyone
walked
,
and
the
velvet
caps
,
cloaks
,
swords
--
all
those
imaginary
things
that
floated
amid
the
harmony
as
in
the
atmosphere
of
another
world
.
But
a
young
woman
stepped
forward
,
throwing
a
purse
to
a
squire
in
green
.
She
was
left
alone
,
and
the
flute
was
heard
like
the
murmur
of
a
fountain
or
the
warbling
of
birds
.
Lucie
attacked
her
cavatina
in
G
major
bravely
.
She
plained
of
love
;
she
longed
for
wings
.
Emma
,
too
,
fleeing
from
life
,
would
have
liked
to
fly
away
in
an
embrace
.
Suddenly
Edgar-Lagardy
appeared
.
He
had
that
splendid
pallor
that
gives
something
of
the
majesty
of
marble
to
the
ardent
races
of
the
South
.
His
vigorous
form
was
tightly
clad
in
a
brown-coloured
doublet
;
a
small
chiselled
poniard
hung
against
his
left
thigh
,
and
he
cast
round
laughing
looks
showing
his
white
teeth
.
They
said
that
a
Polish
princess
having
heard
him
sing
one
night
on
the
beach
at
Biarritz
,
where
he
mended
boats
,
had
fallen
in
love
with
him
.
She
had
ruined
herself
for
him
.
He
had
deserted
her
for
other
women
,
and
this
sentimental
celebrity
did
not
fail
to
enhance
his
artistic
reputation
.
The
diplomatic
mummer
took
care
always
to
slip
into
his
advertisements
some
poetic
phrase
on
the
fascination
of
his
person
and
the
susceptibility
of
his
soul
.
A
fine
organ
,
imperturbable
coolness
,
more
temperament
than
intelligence
,
more
power
of
emphasis
than
of
real
singing
,
made
up
the
charm
of
this
admirable
charlatan
nature
,
in
which
there
was
something
of
the
hairdresser
and
the
toreador
.
From
the
first
scene
he
evoked
enthusiasm
.
He
pressed
Lucy
in
his
arms
,
he
left
her
,
he
came
back
,
he
seemed
desperate
;
he
had
outbursts
of
rage
,
then
elegiac
gurglings
of
infinite
sweetness
,
and
the
notes
escaped
from
his
bare
neck
full
of
sobs
and
kisses
.
Emma
leant
forward
to
see
him
,
clutching
the
velvet
of
the
box
with
her
nails
.
She
was
filling
her
heart
with
these
melodious
lamentations
that
were
drawn
out
to
the
accompaniment
of
the
double-basses
,
like
the
cries
of
the
drowning
in
the
tumult
of
a
tempest
.
She
recognised
all
the
intoxication
and
the
anguish
that
had
almost
killed
her
.
The
voice
of
a
prima
donna
seemed
to
her
to
be
but
echoes
of
her
conscience
,
and
this
illusion
that
charmed
her
as
some
very
thing
of
her
own
life
.
But
no
one
on
earth
had
loved
her
with
such
love
.
He
had
not
wept
like
Edgar
that
last
moonlit
night
when
they
said
,
"
To-morrow
!
to-morrow
!
"
The
theatre
rang
with
cheers
;
they
recommenced
the
entire
movement
;
the
lovers
spoke
of
the
flowers
on
their
tomb
,
of
vows
,
exile
,
fate
,
hopes
;
and
when
they
uttered
the
final
adieu
,
Emma
gave
a
sharp
cry
that
mingled
with
the
vibrations
of
the
last
chords
.
"
But
why
,
"
asked
Bovary
,
"
does
that
gentleman
persecute
her
?
"
"
No
,
no
!
"
she
answered
;
"
he
is
her
lover
!
"
"
Yet
he
vows
vengeance
on
her
family
,
while
the
other
one
who
came
on
before
said
,
'
I
love
Lucie
and
she
loves
me
!
'
Besides
,
he
went
off
with
her
father
arm
in
arm
.
For
he
certainly
is
her
father
,
is
n't
he
--
the
ugly
little
man
with
a
cock
's
feather
in
his
hat
?
"
Despite
Emma
's
explanations
,
as
soon
as
the
recitative
duet
began
in
which
Gilbert
lays
bare
his
abominable
machinations
to
his
master
Ashton
,
Charles
,
seeing
the
false
troth-ring
that
is
to
deceive
Lucie
,
thought
it
was
a
love-gift
sent
by
Edgar
.
He
confessed
,
moreover
,
that
he
did
not
understand
the
story
because
of
the
music
,
which
interfered
very
much
with
the
words
.
"
What
does
it
matter
?
"
said
Emma
.
"
Do
be
quiet
!
"
"
Yes
,
but
you
know
,
"
he
went
on
,
leaning
against
her
shoulder
,
"
I
like
to
understand
things
.
"
