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She
took
in
"
La
Corbeille
,
"
a
lady
's
journal
,
and
the
"
Sylphe
des
Salons
.
"
She
devoured
,
without
skipping
a
work
,
all
the
accounts
of
first
nights
,
races
,
and
soirees
,
took
interest
in
the
debut
of
a
singer
,
in
the
opening
of
a
new
shop
.
She
knew
the
latest
fashions
,
the
addresses
of
the
best
tailors
,
the
days
of
the
Bois
and
the
Opera
.
In
Eugene
Sue
she
studied
descriptions
of
furniture
;
she
read
Balzac
and
George
Sand
,
seeking
in
them
imaginary
satisfaction
for
her
own
desires
.
Even
at
table
she
had
her
book
by
her
,
and
turned
over
the
pages
while
Charles
ate
and
talked
to
her
.
The
memory
of
the
Viscount
always
returned
as
she
read
.
Between
him
and
the
imaginary
personages
she
made
comparisons
.
But
the
circle
of
which
he
was
the
centre
gradually
widened
round
him
,
and
the
aureole
that
he
bore
,
fading
from
his
form
,
broadened
out
beyond
,
lighting
up
her
other
dreams
.
Paris
,
more
vague
than
the
ocean
,
glimmered
before
Emma
's
eyes
in
an
atmosphere
of
vermilion
.
The
many
lives
that
stirred
amid
this
tumult
were
,
however
,
divided
into
parts
,
classed
as
distinct
pictures
.
Emma
perceived
only
two
or
three
that
hid
from
her
all
the
rest
,
and
in
themselves
represented
all
humanity
.
The
world
of
ambassadors
moved
over
polished
floors
in
drawing
rooms
lined
with
mirrors
,
round
oval
tables
covered
with
velvet
and
gold-fringed
cloths
.
There
were
dresses
with
trains
,
deep
mysteries
,
anguish
hidden
beneath
smiles
.
Then
came
the
society
of
the
duchesses
;
all
were
pale
;
all
got
up
at
four
o'clock
;
the
women
,
poor
angels
,
wore
English
point
on
their
petticoats
;
and
the
men
,
unappreciated
geniuses
under
a
frivolous
outward
seeming
,
rode
horses
to
death
at
pleasure
parties
,
spent
the
summer
season
at
Baden
,
and
towards
the
forties
married
heiresses
.
In
the
private
rooms
of
restaurants
,
where
one
sups
after
midnight
by
the
light
of
wax
candles
,
laughed
the
motley
crowd
of
men
of
letters
and
actresses
.
They
were
prodigal
as
kings
,
full
of
ideal
,
ambitious
,
fantastic
frenzy
.
This
was
an
existence
outside
that
of
all
others
,
between
heaven
and
earth
,
in
the
midst
of
storms
,
having
something
of
the
sublime
.
For
the
rest
of
the
world
it
was
lost
,
with
no
particular
place
and
as
if
non-existent
.
The
nearer
things
were
,
moreover
,
the
more
her
thoughts
turned
away
from
them
.
All
her
immediate
surroundings
,
the
wearisome
country
,
the
middle-class
imbeciles
,
the
mediocrity
of
existence
,
seemed
to
her
exceptional
,
a
peculiar
chance
that
had
caught
hold
of
her
,
while
beyond
stretched
,
as
far
as
eye
could
see
,
an
immense
land
of
joys
and
passions
.
She
confused
in
her
desire
the
sensualities
of
luxury
with
the
delights
of
the
heart
,
elegance
of
manners
with
delicacy
of
sentiment
.
Did
not
love
,
like
Indian
plants
,
need
a
special
soil
,
a
particular
temperature
?
Signs
by
moonlight
,
long
embraces
,
tears
flowing
over
yielded
hands
,
all
the
fevers
of
the
flesh
and
the
languors
of
tenderness
could
not
be
separated
from
the
balconies
of
great
castles
full
of
indolence
,
from
boudoirs
with
silken
curtains
and
thick
carpets
,
well-filled
flower-stands
,
a
bed
on
a
raised
dias
,
nor
from
the
flashing
of
precious
stones
and
the
shoulder-knots
of
liveries
.
The
lad
from
the
posting
house
who
came
to
groom
the
mare
every
morning
passed
through
the
passage
with
his
heavy
wooden
shoes
;
there
were
holes
in
his
blouse
;
his
feet
were
bare
in
list
slippers
.
And
this
was
the
groom
in
knee-britches
with
whom
she
had
to
be
content
!
His
work
done
,
he
did
not
come
back
again
all
day
,
for
Charles
on
his
return
put
up
his
horse
himself
,
unsaddled
him
and
put
on
the
halter
,
while
the
servant-girl
brought
a
bundle
of
straw
and
threw
it
as
best
she
could
into
the
manger
.
To
replace
Nastasie
(
who
left
Tostes
shedding
torrents
of
tears
)
Emma
took
into
her
service
a
young
girl
of
fourteen
,
an
orphan
with
a
sweet
face
.
She
forbade
her
wearing
cotton
caps
,
taught
her
to
address
her
in
the
third
person
,
to
bring
a
glass
of
water
on
a
plate
,
to
knock
before
coming
into
a
room
,
to
iron
,
starch
,
and
to
dress
her
--
wanted
to
make
a
lady
's
-
maid
of
her
.
The
new
servant
obeyed
without
a
murmur
,
so
as
not
to
be
sent
away
;
and
as
madame
usually
left
the
key
in
the
sideboard
,
Felicite
every
evening
took
a
small
supply
of
sugar
that
she
ate
alone
in
her
bed
after
she
had
said
her
prayers
.
Sometimes
in
the
afternoon
she
went
to
chat
with
the
postilions
.
Madame
was
in
her
room
upstairs
.
She
wore
an
open
dressing
gown
that
showed
between
the
shawl
facings
of
her
bodice
a
pleated
chamisette
with
three
gold
buttons
.
Her
belt
was
a
corded
girdle
with
great
tassels
,
and
her
small
garnet
coloured
slippers
had
a
large
knot
of
ribbon
that
fell
over
her
instep
.
She
had
bought
herself
a
blotting
book
,
writing
case
,
pen-holder
,
and
envelopes
,
although
she
had
no
one
to
write
to
;
she
dusted
her
what-not
,
looked
at
herself
in
the
glass
,
picked
up
a
book
,
and
then
,
dreaming
between
the
lines
,
let
it
drop
on
her
knees
.
She
longed
to
travel
or
to
go
back
to
her
convent
.
She
wished
at
the
same
time
to
die
and
to
live
in
Paris
.
Charles
in
snow
and
rain
trotted
across
country
.
He
ate
omelettes
on
farmhouse
tables
,
poked
his
arm
into
damp
beds
,
received
the
tepid
spurt
of
blood-lettings
in
his
face
,
listened
to
death-rattles
,
examined
basins
,
turned
over
a
good
deal
of
dirty
linen
;
but
every
evening
he
found
a
blazing
fire
,
his
dinner
ready
,
easy-chairs
,
and
a
well-dressed
woman
,
charming
with
an
odour
of
freshness
,
though
no
one
could
say
whence
the
perfume
came
,
or
if
it
were
not
her
skin
that
made
odorous
her
chemise
.
