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A
lady
near
her
dropped
her
fan
.
A
gentlemen
was
passing
.
"
Would
you
be
so
good
,
"
said
the
lady
,
"
as
to
pick
up
my
fan
that
has
fallen
behind
the
sofa
?
"
The
gentleman
bowed
,
and
as
he
moved
to
stretch
out
his
arm
,
Emma
saw
the
hand
of
a
young
woman
throw
something
white
,
folded
in
a
triangle
,
into
his
hat
.
The
gentleman
,
picking
up
the
fan
,
offered
it
to
the
lady
respectfully
;
she
thanked
him
with
an
inclination
of
the
head
,
and
began
smelling
her
bouquet
.
After
supper
,
where
were
plenty
of
Spanish
and
Rhine
wines
,
soups
a
la
bisque
and
au
lait
d'amandes
,
puddings
a
la
Trafalgar
,
and
all
sorts
of
cold
meats
with
jellies
that
trembled
in
the
dishes
,
the
carriages
one
after
the
other
began
to
drive
off
.
Raising
the
corners
of
the
muslin
curtain
,
one
could
see
the
light
of
their
lanterns
glimmering
through
the
darkness
.
The
seats
began
to
empty
,
some
card-players
were
still
left
;
the
musicians
were
cooling
the
tips
of
their
fingers
on
their
tongues
.
Charles
was
half
asleep
,
his
back
propped
against
a
door
.
At
three
o'clock
the
cotillion
began
.
Emma
did
not
know
how
to
waltz
.
Everyone
was
waltzing
,
Mademoiselle
d'Andervilliers
herself
and
the
Marquis
;
only
the
guests
staying
at
the
castle
were
still
there
,
about
a
dozen
persons
.
One
of
the
waltzers
,
however
,
who
was
familiarly
called
Viscount
,
and
whose
low
cut
waistcoat
seemed
moulded
to
his
chest
,
came
a
second
time
to
ask
Madame
Bovary
to
dance
,
assuring
her
that
he
would
guide
her
,
and
that
she
would
get
through
it
very
well
.
They
began
slowly
,
then
went
more
rapidly
.
They
turned
;
all
around
them
was
turning
--
the
lamps
,
the
furniture
,
the
wainscoting
,
the
floor
,
like
a
disc
on
a
pivot
.
On
passing
near
the
doors
the
bottom
of
Emma
's
dress
caught
against
his
trousers
.
Their
legs
commingled
;
he
looked
down
at
her
;
she
raised
her
eyes
to
his
.
A
torpor
seized
her
;
she
stopped
.
They
started
again
,
and
with
a
more
rapid
movement
;
the
Viscount
,
dragging
her
along
disappeared
with
her
to
the
end
of
the
gallery
,
where
panting
,
she
almost
fell
,
and
for
a
moment
rested
her
head
upon
his
breast
.
And
then
,
still
turning
,
but
more
slowly
,
he
guided
her
back
to
her
seat
.
She
leaned
back
against
the
wall
and
covered
her
eyes
with
her
hands
.
When
she
opened
them
again
,
in
the
middle
of
the
drawing
room
three
waltzers
were
kneeling
before
a
lady
sitting
on
a
stool
.
She
chose
the
Viscount
,
and
the
violin
struck
up
once
more
.
