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"
Why
,
you
must
be
mad
!
They
would
make
fun
of
you
;
keep
your
place
.
Besides
,
it
is
more
becoming
for
a
doctor
,
"
she
added
.
Charles
was
silent
.
He
walked
up
and
down
waiting
for
Emma
to
finish
dressing
.
He
saw
her
from
behind
in
the
glass
between
two
lights
.
Her
black
eyes
seemed
blacker
than
ever
.
Her
hair
,
undulating
towards
the
ears
,
shone
with
a
blue
lustre
;
a
rose
in
her
chignon
trembled
on
its
mobile
stalk
,
with
artificial
dewdrops
on
the
tip
of
the
leaves
.
She
wore
a
gown
of
pale
saffron
trimmed
with
three
bouquets
of
pompon
roses
mixed
with
green
.
Charles
came
and
kissed
her
on
her
shoulder
.
"
Let
me
alone
!
"
she
said
;
"
you
are
tumbling
me
.
"
One
could
hear
the
flourish
of
the
violin
and
the
notes
of
a
horn
.
She
went
downstairs
restraining
herself
from
running
.
Dancing
had
begun
.
Guests
were
arriving
.
There
was
some
crushing
.
She
sat
down
on
a
form
near
the
door
.
The
quadrille
over
,
the
floor
was
occupied
by
groups
of
men
standing
up
and
talking
and
servants
in
livery
bearing
large
trays
.
Along
the
line
of
seated
women
painted
fans
were
fluttering
,
bouquets
half
hid
smiling
faces
,
and
gold
stoppered
scent-bottles
were
turned
in
partly-closed
hands
,
whose
white
gloves
outlined
the
nails
and
tightened
on
the
flesh
at
the
wrists
.
Lace
trimmings
,
diamond
brooches
,
medallion
bracelets
trembled
on
bodices
,
gleamed
on
breasts
,
clinked
on
bare
arms
.
