“Saynothing,oralltheblamewillfallonyourmaster。“
Thenshewenthome,suddenlycalmed,andwithsomethingoftheserenityofonethathadperformedaduty。
WhenCharles,distractedbythenewsofthedistraint,returnedhome,Emmahadjustgoneout。Hecriedaloud,wept,fainted,butshedidnotreturn。Wherecouldshebe?HesentFelicitetoHomais,toMonsieurTuvache,toLheureux,tothe“Liond’Or,“
everywhere,andintheintervalsofhisagonyhesawhisreputationdestroyed,theirfortunelost,Berthe’sfutureruined。
Bywhat?——Notaword!Hewaitedtillsixintheevening。Atlast,unabletobearitanylonger,andfancyingshehadgonetoRouen,hesetoutalongthehighroad,walkedamile,metnoone,againwaited,andreturnedhome。Shehadcomeback。
“Whatwasthematter?Why?Explaintome。“
Shesatdownatherwriting-tableandwrotealetter,whichshesealedslowly,addingthedateandthehour。Thenshesaidinasolemntone:
“Youaretoreaditto-morrow;tillthen,Iprayyou,donotaskmeasinglequestion。No,notone!“
“But——“
“Oh,leaveme!“
Shelaydownfulllengthonherbed。Abittertastethatshefeltinhermouthawakenedher。ShesawCharles,andagainclosedhereyes。
Shewasstudyingherselfcuriously,toseeifshewerenotsuffering。Butno!nothingasyet。Sheheardthetickingoftheclock,thecracklingofthefire,andCharlesbreathingashestooduprightbyherbed。
“Ahlitisbutalittlething,death!“shethought。“Ishallfallasleepandallwillbeover。“
Shedrankamouthfulofwaterandturnedtothewall。Thefrightfultasteofinkcontinued。
“Iamthirsty;oh!sothirsty,“shesighed。
“Whatisit?“saidCharles,whowashandingheraglass。
“Itisnothing!Openthewindow;Iamchoking。“
Shewasseizedwithasicknesssosuddenthatshehadhardlytimetodrawoutherhandkerchieffromunderthepillow。
“Takeitaway,“shesaidquickly;“throwitaway。“
Hespoketoher;shedidnotanswer。Shelaymotionless,afraidthattheslightestmovementmightmakehervomit。Butshefeltanicycoldcreepingfromherfeettoherheart。
“Ah!itisbeginning,“shemurmured。
“Whatdidyousay?“
Sheturnedherheadfromsidetosidewithagentlemovementfullofagony,whileconstantlyopeninghermouthasifsomethingveryheavywereweighinguponhertongue。Ateighto’clockthevomitingbeganagain。
Charlesnoticedthatatthebottomofthebasintherewasasortofwhitesedimentstickingtothesidesoftheporcelain。
“Thisisextraordinary——verysingular,“herepeated。
Butshesaidinafirmvoice,“No,youaremistaken。“
Thengently,andalmostascaressingher,hepassedhishandoverherstomach。Sheutteredasharpcry。Hefellbackterror-stricken。
Thenshebegantogroan,faintlyatfirst。Hershoulderswereshakenbyastrongshuddering,andshewasgrowingpalerthanthesheetsinwhichherclenchedfingersburiedthemselves。Herunequalpulsewasnowalmostimperceptible。
Dropsofsweatoozedfromherbluishface,thatseemedasifrigidintheexhalationsofametallicvapour。Herteethchattered,herdilatedeyeslookedvaguelyabouther,andtoallquestionssherepliedonlywithashakeofthehead;sheevensmiledonceortwice。Gradually,hermoaninggrewlouder;ahollowshriekburstfromher;shepretendedshewasbetterandthatshewouldgetuppresently。Butshewasseizedwithconvulsionsandcriedout——
“Ah!myGod!Itishorrible!“
Hethrewhimselfonhiskneesbyherbed。
“Tellme!whathaveyoueaten?Answer,forheaven’ssake!“
Andhelookedatherwithatendernessinhiseyessuchasshehadneverseen。
“Well,there——there!“shesaidinafaintvoice。Heflewtothewriting-table,toreopentheseal,andreadaloud:“Accusenoone。“Hestopped,passedhishandsacrosshiseyes,andreaditoveragain。
“What!help——help!“
Hecouldonlykeeprepeatingtheword:“Poisoned!poisoned!“
FeliciterantoHomais,whoproclaimeditinthemarket-place;
MadameLefrancoishearditatthe“Liond’Or“;somegotuptogoandtelltheirneighbours,andallnightthevillagewasonthealert。
Distraught,faltering,reeling,Charleswanderedabouttheroom。
Heknockedagainstthefurniture,torehishair,andthechemisthadneverbelievedthattherecouldbesoterribleasight。
HewenthometowritetoMonsieurCanivetandtoDoctorLariviere。Helosthishead,andmademorethanfifteenroughcopies。HippolytewenttoNeufchatel,andJustinsospurredBovary’shorsethatheleftitfounderedandthreepartsdeadbythehillatBois-Guillaume。
Charlestriedtolookuphismedicaldictionary,butcouldnotreadit;thelinesweredancing。
“Becalm,“saidthedruggist;“wehaveonlytoadministerapowerfulantidote。Whatisthepoison?“
Charlesshowedhimtheletter。Itwasarsenic。
“Verywell,“saidHomais,“wemustmakeananalysis。“
Forheknewthatincasesofpoisoningananalysismustbemade;
andtheother,whodidnotunderstand,answered——
“Oh,doanything!saveher!“
Thengoingbacktoher,hesankuponthecarpet,andlaytherewithhisheadleaningagainsttheedgeofherbed,sobbing。
“Don’tcry,“shesaidtohim。“SoonIshallnottroubleyouanymore。“
“Whywasit?Whodroveyoutoit?“
Shereplied。“Ithadtobe,mydear!“
“Weren’tyouhappy?Isitmyfault?IdidallIcould!“
“Yes,thatistrue——youaregood——you。“
Andshepassedherhandslowlyoverhishair。Thesweetnessofthissensationdeepenedhissadness;hefelthiswholebeingdissolvingindespairatthethoughtthathemustloseher,justwhenshewasconfessingmoreloveforhimthanever。Andhecouldthinkofnothing;hedidnotknow,hedidnotdare;theurgentneedforsomeimmediateresolutiongavethefinishingstroketotheturmoilofhismind。
Soshehaddone,shethought,withallthetreachery;andmeanness,andnumberlessdesiresthathadtorturedher。Shehatednoonenow;atwilightdimnesswassettlinguponherthoughts,and,ofallearthlynoises,Emmaheardnonebuttheintermittentlamentationsofthispoorheart,sweetandindistinctliketheechoofasymphonydyingaway。
“Bringmethechild,“shesaid,raisingherselfonherelbow。
“Youarenotworse,areyou?“askedCharles。
“No,no!“
Thechild,serious,andstillhalf-asleep,wascarriedinontheservant’sarminherlongwhitenightgown,fromwhichherbarefeetpeepedout。Shelookedwonderinglyatthedisorderedroom,andhalf-closedhereyes,dazzledbythecandlesburningonthetable。Theyremindedher,nodoubt,ofthemorningofNewYear’sdayandMid-Lent,whenthusawakenedearlybycandle-lightshecametohermother’sbedtofetchherpresents,forshebegansaying——
“Butwhereisit,mamma?“Andaseverybodywassilent,“ButI
can’tseemylittlestocking。“
Feliciteheldheroverthebedwhileshestillkeptlookingtowardsthemantelpiece。
“Hasnursetakenit?“sheasked。
Andatthisname,thatcarriedherbacktothememoryofheradulteriesandhercalamities,MadameBovaryturnedawayherhead,asattheloathingofanotherbittererpoisonthatrosetohermouth。ButBertheremainedperchedonthebed。
“Oh,howbigyoureyesare,mamma!Howpaleyouare!howhotyouare!“
Hermotherlookedather。“Iamfrightened!“criedthechild,recoiling。
Emmatookherhandtokissit;thechildstruggled。
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