madame bovary(包法利夫人)-第31章

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fountain　flowing。　How　red　my　blood　is！　That's　a　good　sign；　isn't
it？〃
〃Sometimes；〃　answered　the　doctor；　〃one　feels　nothing　at　first；
and　then　syncope　sets　in；　and　more　especially　with　people　of
strong　constitution　like　this　man。〃
At　these　words　the　rustic　let　go　the　lancet…case　he　was　twisting
between　his　fingers。　A　shudder　of　his　shoulders　made　the
chair…back　creak。　His　hat　fell　off。
〃I　thought　as　much；〃　said　Bovary；　pressing　his　finger　on　the
vein。
The　basin　was　beginning　to　tremble　in　Justin's　hands；　his　knees
shook；　he　turned　pale。
〃Emma！　Emma！〃　called　Charles。
With　one　bound　she　came　down　the　staircase。
〃Some　vinegar；〃　he　cried。　〃O　dear！　two　at　once！〃
And　in　his　emotion　he　could　hardly　put　on　the　compress。
〃It　is　nothing；〃　said　Monsieur　Boulanger　quietly；　taking　Justin
in　his　arms。　He　seated　him　on　the　table　with　his　back　resting
against　the　wall。
Madame　Bovary　began　taking　off　his　cravat。　The　strings　of　his
shirt　had　got　into　a　knot；　and　she　was　for　some　minutes　moving
her　light　fingers　about　the　young　fellow's　neck。　Then　she　poured
some　vinegar　on　her　cambric　handkerchief；　she　moistened　his
temples　with　little　dabs；　and　then　blew　upon　them　softly。　The
ploughman　revived；　but　Justin's　syncope　still　lasted；　and　his
eyeballs　disappeared　in　the　pale　sclerotics　like　blue　flowers　in
milk。
〃We　must　hide　this　from　him；〃　said　Charles。
Madame　Bovary　took　the　basin　to　put　it　under　the　table。　With　the
movement　she　made　in　bending　down；　her　dress　（it　was　a　summer
dress　with　four　flounces；　yellow；　long　in　the　waist　and　wide　in
the　skirt）　spread　out　around　her　on　the　flags　of　the　room；　and　as
Emma　stooping；　staggered　a　little　as　she　stretched　out　her　arms。
The　stuff　here　and　there　gave　with　the　inflections　of　her　bust。
Then　she　went　to　fetch　a　bottle　of　water；　and　she　was　melting
some　pieces　of　sugar　when　the　chemist　arrived。　The　servant　had
been　to　fetch　him　in　the　tumult。　Seeing　his　pupil's　eyes　staring
he　drew　a　long　breath；　then　going　around　him　he　looked　at　him
from　head　to　foot。
〃Fool！〃　he　said；　〃really　a　little　fool！　A　fool　in　four　letters！　A
phlebotomy's　a　big　affair；　isn't　it！　And　a　fellow　who　isn't
afraid　of　anything；　a　kind　of　squirrel；　just　as　he　is　who　climbs
to　vertiginous　heights　to　shake　down　nuts。　Oh；　yes！　you　just　talk
to　me；　boast　about　yourself！　Here's　a　fine　fitness　for　practising
pharmacy　later　on；　for　under　serious　circumstances　you　may　be
called　before　the　tribunals　in　order　to　enlighten　the　minds　of
the　magistrates；　and　you　would　have　to　keep　your　head　then；　to
reason；　show　yourself　a　man；　or　else　pass　for　an　imbecile。〃
Justin　did　not　answer。　The　chemist　went　on
〃Who　asked　you　to　come？　You　are　always　pestering　the　doctor　and
madame。　On　Wednesday；　moreover；　your　presence　is　indispensable　to
me。　There　are　now　twenty　people　in　the　shop。　I　left　everything
because　of　the　interest　I　take　in　you。　Come；　get　along！　Sharp！
Wait　for　me；　and　keep　an　eye　on　the　jars。〃
When　Justin；　who　was　rearranging　his　dress；　had　gone；　they　talked
for　a　little　while　about　fainting…fits。　Madame　Bovary　had　never
fainted。
〃That　is　extraordinary　for　a　lady；〃　said　Monsieur　Boulanger；　〃but
some　people　are　very　susceptible。　Thus　in　a　duel；　I　have　seen　a
second　lose　consciousness　at　the　mere　sound　of　the　loading　of
pistols。〃
〃For　my　part；〃　said　the　chemist；　〃the　sight　of　other　people's
blood　doesn't　affect　me　at　all；　but　the　mere　thought　of　my　own
flowing　would　make　me　faint　if　I　reflected　upon　it　too　much。〃
Monsieur　Boulanger；　however；　dismissed　his　servant；　advising　him
to　calm　himself；　since　his　fancy　was　over。
〃It　procured　me　the　advantage　of　making　your　acquaintance；〃　he
added；　and　he　looked　at　Emma　as　he　said　this。　Then　he　put　three
francs　on　the　corner　of　the　table；　bowed　negligently；　and　went
out。
He　was　soon　on　the　other　side　of　the　river　（this　was　his　way　back
to　La　Huchette）；　and　Emma　saw　him　in　the　meadow；　walking　under
the　poplars；　slackening　his　pace　now　and　then　as　one　who
reflects。
〃She　is　very　pretty；〃　he　said　to　himself；　〃she　is　very　pretty；
this　doctor's　wife。　Fine　teeth；　black　eyes；　a　dainty　foot；　a
figure　like　a　Parisienne's。　Where　the　devil　does　she　come　from？
Wherever　did　that　fat　fellow　pick　her　up？〃
Monsieur　Rodolphe　Boulanger　was　thirty…four；　he　was　of　brutal
temperament　and　intelligent　perspicacity；　having；　moreover；　had
much　to　do　with　women；　and　knowing　them　well。　This　one　had　seemed
pretty　to　him；　so　he　was　thinking　about　her　and　her　husband。
〃I　think　he　is　very　stupid。　She　is　tired　of　him；　no　doubt。　He　has
dirty　nails；　and　hasn't　shaved　for　three　days。　While　he　is
trotting　after　his　patients；　she　sits　there　botching　socks。　And
she　gets　bored！　She　would　like　to　live　in　town　and　dance　polkas
every　evening。　Poor　little　woman！　She　is　gaping　after　love　like　a
carp　after　water　on　a　kitchen…table。　With　three　words　of
gallantry　she'd　adore　one；　I'm　sure　of　it。　She'd　be　tender；
charming。　Yes；　but　how　to　get　rid　of　her　afterwards？〃
Then　the　difficulties　of　love…making　seen　in　the　distance　made
him　by　contrast　think　of　his　mistress。　She　was　an　actress　at
Rouen；　whom　he　kept；　and　when　he　had　pondered　over　this　image；
with　which；　even　in　remembrance；　he　was　satiated
〃Ah！　Madame　Bovary；〃　he　thought；　〃is　much　prettier；　especially
fresher。　Virginie　is　decidedly　beginning　to　grow　fat。　She　is　so
finikin　about　her　pleasures；　and；　besides；　she　has　a　mania　for
prawns。〃
The　fields　were　empty；　and　around　him　Rodolphe　only　heard　the
regular　beating　of　the　grass　striking　against　his　boots；　with　a
cry　of　the　grasshopper　hidden　at　a　distance　among　the　oats。　He
again　saw　Emma　in　her　room；　dressed　as　he　had　seen　her；　and　he
undressed　her。
〃Oh；　I　will　have　her；〃　he　cried；　striking　a　blow　with　his　stick
at　a　clod　in　front　of　him。　And　he　at　once　began　to　consider　the
political　part　of　the　enterprise。　He　asked　himself
〃Where　shall　we　meet？　By　what　means？　We　shall　always　be　having
the　brat　on　our　hands；　and　the　servant；　the　neighbours；　and
husband；　all　sorts　of　worries。　Pshaw！　one　would　lose　too　much
time　over　it。〃
Then　he　resumed；　〃She　really　has　eyes　that　pierce　one's　heart
like　a　gimlet。　And　that　pale　complexion！　I　adore　pale　women！〃
When　he　reached　the　top　of　the　Arguiel　hills　he　had　made　up　his
mind。　〃It's　only　finding　the　opportunities。　Well；　I　will　call　in
now　and　then。　I'll　send　them　venison；　poultry；　I'll　have　myself
bled；　if　need　be。　We　shall　become　friends；　I'll　invite　them　to　my
place。　By　Jove！〃　added　he；　〃there's　the　agricultural　show　coming
on。　She'll　be　there。　I　shall　see　her。　We'll　begin　boldly；　for
that's　the　surest　way。〃

Chapter　Eight
At　last　it　came；　the　famous　agricultural　show。　On　the　morning　of
the　solemnity　all　the　inhabitants　at　their　doors　were　chatting
over　the　preparations。　The　pediment　of　the　town　hall　had　been
hung　with　garlands　of　ivy；　a　tent　had　been　erected　in　a　meadow
for　the　banquet；　and　in　the　middle　of　the　Place；　in　front　of　the
church；　a　kind　of　bombarde　was　to　announce　the　arrival　of　the
prefect　and　the　names　of　the　successful　farmers　who　had　obtained
prizes。　The　National　Guard　of　Buchy　（there　was　none　at　Yonville）
had　come　to　join　the　corps　of　firemen；　of　whom　Binet　was　captain。
On　that　day　he　wore　a　collar　even　higher　than　usual；　and；　tightly
buttoned　in　his　tunic；　his　figure　was　so　stiff　and　motionless
that　the　whole　vital　portion　of　his　person　seemed　to　have
descended　into　his　legs；　which　rose　in　a　cadence　of　set　steps
with　a　single　movement。　As　there　was　some　rivalry　between　the
tax…collector　and　the　colonel；　both；　to　show　off　their　talents；
drilled　their　men　separately。　One　saw　the　red　epaulettes　and　the
black　breastplates　pass　and　re…pass　alternately；　there　was　no　end
to　it；　and　it　constantly　began　again。　There　had　never　been　such　a
display　of　pomp。　Several　citizens　had　scoured　their　houses　the
evening　before；　tri…coloured　flags　hung　from　half…open　windows；
all　the　public…houses　were　full；　and　in　the　lovely　weather　the
starched　caps；　the　golden　crosses；　and　the　coloured　neckerchiefs
seemed　whiter　than　snow；　shone　in　the　sun；　and　relieved　with　the
motley　colours　the　sombre　monotony　of　the　frock…coats　and　blue
smocks。　The　neighbouring　farmers'　wives；　when　they　got　off　the