ThepyrotechnicpiecessenttoMonsieurTuvachehad，throughanexcessofcaution，beenshutupinhiscellar，andsothedamppowderwouldnotlight，andtheprincipalsetpiece，thatwastorepresentadragonbitinghistail，failedcompletely。NowandthenameagreRoman-candlewentoff；thenthegapingcrowdsentupashoutthatmingledwiththecryofthewomen，whosewaistswerebeingsqueezedinthedarkness。EmmasilentlynestledagainstCharles’sshoulder；then，raisingherchin，shewatchedtheluminousraysoftherocketsagainstthedarksky。Rodolphegazedatherinthelightoftheburninglanterns。
　　Theywentoutonebyone。Thestarsshoneout。Afewcropsofrainbegantofall。Sheknottedherfichuroundherbarehead。
　　Atthismomentthecouncillor’scarriagecameoutfromtheinn。
　　Hiscoachman，whowasdrunk，suddenlydozedoff，andonecouldseefromthedistance，abovethehood，betweenthetwolanterns，themassofhisbody，thatswayedfromrighttoleftwiththegivingofthetraces。
　　“Truly，“saidthedruggist，“oneoughttoproceedmostrigorouslyagainstdrunkenness!Ishouldliketoseewrittenupweeklyatthedoorofthetownhallonaboardadhoc*thenamesofallthosewhoduringtheweekgotintoxicatedonalcohol。Besides，withregardtostatistics，onewouldthushave，asitwere，publicrecordsthatonecouldrefertoincaseofneed。Butexcuseme!“
　　*Specificallyforthat。
　　Andheoncemoreranofftothecaptain。Thelatterwasgoingbacktoseehislatheagain。
　　“Perhapsyouwouldnotdoill，“Homaissaidtohim，“tosendoneofyourmen，ortogoyourself——“
　　“Leavemealone!“answeredthetax-collector。“It’sallright!“
　　“Donotbeuneasy，“saidthedruggist，whenhereturnedtohisfriends。“MonsieurBinethasassuredmethatallprecautionshavebeentaken。Nosparkshavefallen；thepumpsarefull。Letusgotorest。“
　　“Mafoi!Iwantit，“saidMadameHomais，yawningatlarge。“Butnevermind；we’vehadabeautifuldayforourfete。“
　　Rodolpherepeatedinalowvoice，andwithatenderlook，“Oh，yes!verybeautiful!“
　　Andhavingbowedtooneanother，theyseparated。
　　Twodayslater，inthe“FinaldeRouen，“therewasalongarticleontheshow。Homaishadcomposeditwithvervetheverynextmorning。
　　“Whythesefestoons，theseflowers，thesegarlands？Whitherhurriesthiscrowdlikethewavesofafuriousseaunderthetorrentsofatropicalsunpouringitsheatuponourheads？“
　　Thenhespokeoftheconditionofthepeasants。CertainlytheGovernmentwasdoingmuch，butnotenough。“Courage!“hecriedtoit；“athousandreformsareindispensable；letusaccomplishthem!“Thentouchingontheentryofthecouncillor，hedidnotforget“themartialairofourmilitia；“nor“ourmostmerryvillagemaidens；“northe“bald-headedoldmenlikepatriarchswhowerethere，andofwhomsome，theremnantsofourphalanxes，stillfelttheirheartsbeatatthemanlysoundofthedrums。“Hecitedhimselfamongthefirstofthemembersofthejury，andheevencalledattentioninanotetothefactthatMonsieurHomais，chemist，hadsentamemoironcidertotheagriculturalsociety。
　　Whenhecametothedistributionoftheprizes，hepaintedthejoyoftheprize-winnersindithyrambicstrophes。“Thefatherembracedtheson，thebrotherthebrother，thehusbandhisconsort。Morethanoneshowedhishumblemedalwithpride；andnodoubtwhenhegothometohisgoodhousewife，hehungitupweepingonthemodestwallsofhiscot。
　　“Aboutsixo’clockabanquetpreparedinthemeadowofMonsieurLeigeardbroughttogethertheprincipalpersonagesofthefete。
　　Thegreatestcordialityreignedhere。Diverstoastswereproposed：MonsieurLieuvain，theKing；MonsieurTuvache，thePrefect；MonsieurDerozerays，Agriculture；MonsieurHomais，IndustryandtheFineArts，thosetwinsisters；MonsieurLeplichey，Progress。Intheeveningsomebrilliantfireworksonasuddenilluminedtheair。Onewouldhavecalleditaveritablekaleidoscope，arealoperaticscene；andforamomentourlittlelocalitymighthavethoughtitselftransportedintothemidstofadreamofthe’ThousandandOneNights。’“Letusstatethatnountowardeventdisturbedthisfamilymeeting。“Andheadded“Onlytheabsenceoftheclergywasremarked。Nodoubtthepriestsunderstandprogressinanotherfashion。Justasyouplease，messieursthefollowersofLoyola!“
　　ChapterNineSixweekspassed。Rodolphedidnotcomeagain。Atlastoneeveningheappeared。
　　Thedayaftertheshowhehadsaidtohimself——“Wemustn’tgobacktoosoon；thatwouldbeamistake。“
　　Andattheendofaweekhehadgoneoffhunting。Afterthehuntinghehadthoughtitwastoolate，andthenhereasonedthus——
　　“Iffromthefirstdayshelovedme，shemustfromimpatiencetoseemeagainlovememore。Let’sgoonwithit!“
　　Andheknewthathiscalculationhadbeenrightwhen，onenteringtheroom，hesawEmmaturnpale。
　　Shewasalone。Thedaywasdrawingin。Thesmallmuslincurtainalongthewindowsdeepenedthetwilight，andthegildingofthebarometer，onwhichtheraysofthesunfell，shoneinthelooking-glassbetweenthemeshesofthecoral。
　　Rodolpheremainedstanding，andEmmahardlyansweredhisfirstconventionalphrases。
　　“I，“hesaid，“havebeenbusy。Ihavebeenill。“
　　“Seriously？“shecried。
　　“Well，“saidRodolphe，sittingdownathersideonafootstool，“no；itwasbecauseIdidnotwanttocomeback。“
　　“Why？“
　　“Canyounotguess？“
　　Helookedatheragain，butsohardthatsheloweredherhead，blushing。Hewenton——
　　“Emma!“
　　“Sir，“shesaid，drawingbackalittle。
　　“Ah!yousee，“repliedheinamelancholyvoice，“thatIwasrightnottocomeback；forthisname，thisnamethatfillsmywholesoul，andthatescapedme，youforbidmetouse!MadameBovary!whyalltheworldcallsyouthus!Besides，itisnotyourname；itisthenameofanother!“
　　Herepeated，“ofanother!“Andhehidhisfaceinhishands。
　　“Yes，Ithinkofyouconstantly。Thememoryofyoudrivesmetodespair。Ah!forgiveme!Iwillleaveyou!Farewell!Iwillgofaraway，sofarthatyouwillneverhearofmeagain；andyet——
　　to-day——Iknownotwhatforceimpelledmetowardsyou。ForonedoesnotstruggleagainstHeaven；onecannotresistthesmileofangels；oneiscarriedawaybythatwhichisbeautiful，charming，adorable。“
　　ItwasthefirsttimethatEmmahadheardsuchwordsspokentoherself，andherpride，likeonewhoreposesbathedinwarmth，expandedsoftlyandfullyatthisglowinglanguage。
　　“ButifIdidnotcome，“hecontinued，“ifIcouldnotseeyou，atleastIhavegazedlongonallthatsurroundsyou。Atnight-everynight-Iarose；Icamehither；Iwatchedyourhouse，itsglimmeringinthemoon，thetreesinthegardenswayingbeforeyourwindow，andthelittlelamp，agleamshiningthroughthewindow-panesinthedarkness。Ah!youneverknewthatthere，sonearyou，sofarfromyou，wasapoorwretch!“
　　Sheturnedtowardshimwithasob。
　　“Oh，youaregood!“shesaid。
　　“No，Iloveyou，thatisall!Youdonotdoubtthat!Tellme——oneword——onlyoneword!“
　　AndRodolpheimperceptiblyglidedfromthefootstooltotheground；butasoundofwoodenshoeswasheardinthekitchen，andhenoticedthedooroftheroomwasnotclosed。
　　“Howkinditwouldbeofyou，“hewenton，rising，“ifyouwouldhumourawhimofmine。“Itwastogooverherhouse；hewantedtoknowit；andMadameBovaryseeingnoobjectiontothis，theybothrose，whenCharlescamein。
　　“Goodmorning，doctor，“Rodolphesaidtohim。
　　Thedoctor，flatteredatthisunexpectedtitle，launchedoutintoobsequiousphrases。Ofthistheothertookadvantagetopullhimselftogetheralittle。
　　“Madamewasspeakingtome，“hethensaid，“aboutherhealth。“
　　Charlesinterruptedhim；hehadindeedathousandanxieties；hiswife’spalpitationsoftheheartwerebeginningagain。ThenRodolpheaskedifridingwouldnotbegood。
　　“Certainly!excellent!justthething!There’sanidea!Yououghttofollowitup。“
　　Andassheobjectedthatshehadnohorse，MonsieurRodolpheofferedone。Sherefusedhisoffer；hedidnotinsist。Thentoexplainhisvisithesaidthathisploughman，themanoftheblood-letting，stillsufferedfromgiddiness。
　　“I’llcallaround，“saidBovary。
　　“No，no!I’llsendhimtoyou；we’llcome；thatwillbemoreconvenientforyou。“