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Emma
,
on
entering
,
felt
herself
wrapped
round
by
the
warm
air
,
a
blending
of
the
perfume
of
flowers
and
of
the
fine
linen
,
of
the
fumes
of
the
viands
,
and
the
odour
of
the
truffles
.
The
silver
dish
covers
reflected
the
lighted
wax
candles
in
the
candelabra
,
the
cut
crystal
covered
with
light
steam
reflected
from
one
to
the
other
pale
rays
;
bouquets
were
placed
in
a
row
the
whole
length
of
the
table
;
and
in
the
large-bordered
plates
each
napkin
,
arranged
after
the
fashion
of
a
bishop
's
mitre
,
held
between
its
two
gaping
folds
a
small
oval
shaped
roll
.
The
red
claws
of
lobsters
hung
over
the
dishes
;
rich
fruit
in
open
baskets
was
piled
up
on
moss
;
there
were
quails
in
their
plumage
;
smoke
was
rising
;
and
in
silk
stockings
,
knee-breeches
,
white
cravat
,
and
frilled
shirt
,
the
steward
,
grave
as
a
judge
,
offering
ready
carved
dishes
between
the
shoulders
of
the
guests
,
with
a
touch
of
the
spoon
gave
you
the
piece
chosen
.
On
the
large
stove
of
porcelain
inlaid
with
copper
baguettes
the
statue
of
a
woman
,
draped
to
the
chin
,
gazed
motionless
on
the
room
full
of
life
.
Madame
Bovary
noticed
that
many
ladies
had
not
put
their
gloves
in
their
glasses
.
But
at
the
upper
end
of
the
table
,
alone
amongst
all
these
women
,
bent
over
his
full
plate
,
and
his
napkin
tied
round
his
neck
like
a
child
,
an
old
man
sat
eating
,
letting
drops
of
gravy
drip
from
his
mouth
.
His
eyes
were
bloodshot
,
and
he
wore
a
little
queue
tied
with
black
ribbon
.
He
was
the
Marquis
's
father-in-law
,
the
old
Duke
de
Laverdiere
,
once
on
a
time
favourite
of
the
Count
d'Artois
,
in
the
days
of
the
Vaudreuil
hunting-parties
at
the
Marquis
de
Conflans
'
,
and
had
been
,
it
was
said
,
the
lover
of
Queen
Marie
Antoinette
,
between
Monsieur
de
Coigny
and
Monsieur
de
Lauzun
.
He
had
lived
a
life
of
noisy
debauch
,
full
of
duels
,
bets
,
elopements
;
he
had
squandered
his
fortune
and
frightened
all
his
family
.
A
servant
behind
his
chair
named
aloud
to
him
in
his
ear
the
dishes
that
he
pointed
to
stammering
,
and
constantly
Emma
's
eyes
turned
involuntarily
to
this
old
man
with
hanging
lips
,
as
to
something
extraordinary
.
He
had
lived
at
court
and
slept
in
the
bed
of
queens
!
Iced
champagne
was
poured
out
.
Emma
shivered
all
over
as
she
felt
it
cold
in
her
mouth
.
She
had
never
seen
pomegranates
nor
tasted
pineapples
.
The
powdered
sugar
even
seemed
to
her
whiter
and
finer
than
elsewhere
.
The
ladies
afterwards
went
to
their
rooms
to
prepare
for
the
ball
.
Emma
made
her
toilet
with
the
fastidious
care
of
an
actress
on
her
debut
.
She
did
her
hair
according
to
the
directions
of
the
hairdresser
,
and
put
on
the
barege
dress
spread
out
upon
the
bed
.
Charles
's
trousers
were
tight
across
the
belly
.
"
My
trouser-straps
will
be
rather
awkward
for
dancing
,
"
he
said
.
"
Dancing
?
"
repeated
Emma
.
"
Yes
!
"
