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view　they　are　right。〃

〃How　so？〃　she　asked。

〃What！〃　said　he。　〃Do　you　not　know　that　there　are　souls　constantly
tormented？　They　need　by　turns　to　dream　and　to　act；　the　purest
passions　and　the　most　turbulent　joys；　and　thus　they　fling
themselves　into　all　sorts　of　fantasies；　of　follies。〃

Then　she　looked　at　him　as　one　looks　at　a　traveller　who　has
voyaged　over　strange　lands；　and　went　on

〃We　have　not　even　this　distraction；　we　poor　women！〃

〃A　sad　distraction；　for　happiness　isn't　found　in　it。〃

〃But　is　it　ever　found？〃　she　asked。

〃Yes；　one　day　it　comes；〃　he　answered。

〃And　this　is　what　you　have　understood；〃　said　the　councillor。

〃You；　farmers；　agricultural　labourers！　you　pacific　pioneers　of　a
work　that　belongs　wholly　to　civilization！　you；　men　of　progress
and　morality；　you　have　understood；　I　say；　that　political　storms
are　even　more　redoubtable　than　atmospheric　disturbances！〃

〃It　comes　one　day；〃　repeated　Rodolphe；　〃one　day　suddenly；　and
when　one　is　despairing　of　it。　Then　the　horizon　expands；　it　is　as
if　a　voice　cried；　'It　is　here！'　You　feel　the　need　of　confiding
the　whole　of　your　life；　of　giving　everything；　sacrificing
everything　to　this　being。　There　is　no　need　for　explanations；　they
understand　one　another。　They　have　seen　each　other　in　dreams！〃

（And　he　looked　at　her。）　〃In　fine；　here　it　is；　this　treasure　so
sought　after；　here　before　you。　It　glitters；　it　flashes；　yet　one
still　doubts；　one　does　not　believe　it；　one　remains　dazzled；　as　if
one　went　out　iron　darkness　into　light。〃

And　as　he　ended　Rodolphe　suited　the　action　to　the　word。　He　passed
his　hand　over　his　face；　like　a　man　seized　with　giddiness。　Then　he
let　it　fall　on　Emma's。　She　took　hers　away。

〃And　who　would　be　surprised　at　it；　gentlemen？　He　only　who　is　so
blind；　so　plunged　（I　do　not　fear　to　say　it）；　so　plunged　in　the
prejudices　of　another　age　as　still　to　misunderstand　the　spirit　of
agricultural　populations。　Where；　indeed；　is　to　be　found　more
patriotism　than　in　the　country；　greater　devotion　to　the　public
welfare；　more　intelligence；　in　a　word？　And；　gentlemen；　I　do　not
mean　that　superficial　intelligence；　vain　ornament　of　idle　minds；
but　rather　that　profound　and　balanced　intelligence　that　applies
itself　above　all　else　to　useful　objects；　thus　contributing　to　the
good　of　all；　to　the　common　amelioration　and　to　the　support　of　the
state；　born　of　respect　for　law　and　the　practice　of　duty〃

〃Ah！　again！〃　said　Rodolphe。　〃Always　'duty。'　I　am　sick　of　the
word。　They　are　a　lot　of　old　blockheads　in　flannel　vests　and　of
old　women　with　foot…warmers　and　rosaries　who　constantly　drone
into　our　ears　'Duty；　duty！'　Ah！　by　Jove！　one's　duty　is　to　feel
what　is　great；　cherish　the　beautiful；　and　not　accept　all　the
conventions　of　society　with　the　ignominy　that　it　imposes　upon
us。〃

〃Yetyet〃　objected　Madame　Bovary。

〃No；　no！　Why　cry　out　against　the　passions？　Are　they　not　the　one
beautiful　thing　on　the　earth；　the　source　of　heroism；　of
enthusiasm；　of　poetry；　music；　the　arts；　of　everything；　in　a
word？〃

〃But　one　must；〃　said　Emma；　〃to　some　extent　bow　to　the　opinion　of
the　world　and　accept　its　moral　code。〃

〃Ah！　but　there　are　two；〃　he　replied。　〃The　small；　the
conventional；　that　of　men；　that　which　constantly　changes；　that
brays　out　so　loudly；　that　makes　such　a　commotion　here　below；　of
the　earth　earthly；　like　the　mass　of　imbeciles　you　see　down　there。

But　the　other；　the　eternal；　that　is　about　us　and　above；　like　the
landscape　that　surrounds　us；　and　the　blue　heavens　that　give　us
light。〃

Monsieur　Lieuvain　had　just　wiped　his　mouth　with　a
pocket…handkerchief。　He　continued

〃And　what　should　I　do　here　gentlemen；　pointing　out　to　you　the
uses　of　agriculture？　Who　supplies　our　wants？　Who　provides　our
means　of　subsistence？　Is　it　not　the　agriculturist？　The
agriculturist；　gentlemen；　who；　sowing　with　laborious　hand　the
fertile　furrows　of　the　country；　brings　forth　the　corn；　which；
being　ground；　is　made　into　a　powder　by　means　of　ingenious
machinery；　comes　out　thence　under　the　name　of　flour；　and　from
there；　transported　to　our　cities；　is　soon　delivered　at　the
baker's；　who　makes　it　into　food　for　poor　and　rich　alike。　Again；
is　it　not　the　agriculturist　who　fattens；　for　our　clothes；　his
abundant　flocks　in　the　pastures？　For　how　should　we　clothe
ourselves；　how　nourish　ourselves；　without　the　agriculturist？　And；
gentlemen；　is　it　even　necessary　to　go　so　far　for　examples？　Who
has　not　frequently　reflected　on　all　the　momentous　things　that　we
get　out　of　that　modest　animal；　the　ornament　of　poultry…yards；
that　provides　us　at　once　with　a　soft　pillow　for　our　bed；　with
succulent　flesh　for　our　tables；　and　eggs？　But　I　should　never　end
if　I　were　to　enumerate　one　after　the　other　all　the　different
products　which　the　earth；　well　cultivated；　like　a　generous
mother；　lavishes　upon　her　children。　Here　it　is　the　vine；
elsewhere　the　apple　tree　for　cider；　there　colza；　farther　on
cheeses　and　flax。　Gentlemen；　let　us　not　forget　flax；　which　has
made　such　great　strides　of　late　years；　and　to　which　I　will　more
particularly　call　your　attention。〃

He　had　no　need　to　call　it；　for　all　the　mouths　of　the　multitude
were　wide　open；　as　if　to　drink　in　his　words。　Tuvache　by　his　side
listened　to　him　with　staring　eyes。　Monsieur　Derozerays　from　time
to　time　softly　closed　his　eyelids；　and　farther　on　the　chemist；
with　his　son　Napoleon　between　his　knees；　put　his　hand　behind　his
ear　in　order　not　to　lose　a　syllable。　The　chins　of　the　other
members　of　the　jury　went　slowly　up　and　down　in　their　waistcoats
in　sign　of　approval。　The　firemen　at　the　foot　of　the　platform
rested　on　their　bayonets；　and　Binet；　motionless；　stood　with
out…turned　elbows；　the　point　of　his　sabre　in　the　air。　Perhaps　he
could　hear；　but　certainly　he　could　see　nothing；　because　of　the
visor　of　his　helmet；　that　fell　down　on　his　nose。　His　lieutenant；
the　youngest　son　of　Monsieur　Tuvache；　had　a　bigger　one；　for　his
was　enormous；　and　shook　on　his　head；　and　from　it　an　end　of　his
cotton　scarf　peeped　out。　He　smiled　beneath　it　with　a　perfectly
infantine　sweetness；　and　his　pale　little　face；　whence　drops　were
running；　wore　an　expression　of　enjoyment　and　sleepiness。

The　square　as　far　as　the　houses　was　crowded　with　people。　One　saw
folk　leaning　on　their　elbows　at　all　the　windows；　others　standing
at　doors；　and　Justin；　in　front　of　the　chemist's　shop；　seemed
quite　transfixed　by　the　sight　of　what　he　was　looking　at。　In　spite
of　the　silence　Monsieur　Lieuvain's　voice　was　lost　in　the　air。　It
reached　you　in　fragments　of　phrases；　and　interrupted　here　and
there　by　the　creaking　of　chairs　in　the　crowd；　then　you　suddenly
heard　the　long　bellowing　of　an　ox；　or　else　the　bleating　of　the
lambs；　who　answered　one　another　at　street　corners。　In　fact；　the
cowherds　and　shepherds　had　driven　their　beasts　thus　far；　and
these　lowed　from　time　to　time；　while　with　their　tongues　they　tore
down　some　scrap　of　foliage　that　hung　above　their　mouths。

Rodolphe　had　drawn　nearer　to　Emma；　and　said　to　her　in　a　low
voice；　speaking　rapidly

〃Does　not　this　conspiracy　of　the　world　revolt　you？　Is　there　a
single　sentiment　it　does　not　condemn？　The　noblest　instincts；　the
purest　sympathies　are　persecuted；　slandered；　and　if　at　length　two
poor　souls　do　meet；　all　is　so　organised　that　they　cannot　blend
together。　Yet　they　will　make　the　attempt；　they　will　flutter　their
wings；　they　will　call　upon　each　other。　Oh！　no　matter。　Sooner　or
later；　in　six　months；　ten　years；　they　will　come　together；　will
love；　for　fate　has　decreed　it；　and　they　are　born　one　for　the
other。〃

His　arms　were　folded　across　his　knees；　and　thus　lifting　his　face
towards　Emma；　close　by　her；　he　looked　fixedly　at　her。　She　noticed
in　his　eyes　small　golden　lines　radiating　from　black　pupils；　she
even　smelt　the　perfume　of　the　pomade　that　made　his　hair　glossy。

Then　a　faintness　came　over　her；　she　recalled　the　Viscount　who　had
waltzed　with　her　at　Vaubyessard；　and　his　beard　exhaled　like　this
air　an　odour　of　vanilla　and　citron；　and　mechanically　she
half…closed　her　eyes　the　better　to　breathe　it　in。　But　in　making
this　movement；　as　she　leant　back　in　her　chair；　she　saw　in　the
distance；　right　on　the　line　of　the　horizon；　the　old　diligence；
the　〃Hirondelle；〃　that　was　slowly　descending　the　hill　of　Leux；
dragging　after　it　a　long　trail　of　dust。　It　was　in　this　yellow
carriage　that　Leon　had　so　often　come　back　to　her；　and　by　this
route　down　there　that　he　had　gone　for　ever。　She　fancied　she　saw
him　opposite　at　his　windows；　then　all　grew　confused；　clouds
gathered；　it　seemed　to　her　that　she　was　again　turning　in　the
waltz　under　the　light　of　the　lustres　on　the　arm　of　the　Viscount；
and　that　Leon　was　not　far　away；　that　he　was　coming；　and　yet　all
the　time　she　was　conscious　of　the　scent　of　Rodolphe's　head　by　her
side。　This　sweetness　of　sensation　pierced　through　her　old
desires；　and　these；　like　grains　of　sand　under　a　gust　of　wind；
eddied　to　and　fro　in　the　subtle　breath　of　the　perfume　which
suffused　her　soul。　She　opened　wide　her　nostrils　several　times　to
drink　in　the　freshness　of　the　ivy　round　the　capitals。　She　took
off　her　gloves；　she　wiped　her　hands；　then　fanned　her　face　with
her　handkerchief；　while　athwart　the　throbbing　of　her　temples　she
heard　the　murmur　of　the　crowd　and　the　voice　of　the　councillor
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