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horse。 When it stopped of its own accord in front of those holes
surrounded with thorns that are dug on the margin of furrows；
Charles awoke with a start； suddenly remembered the broken leg；
and tried to call to mind all the fractures he knew。 The rain had
stopped； day was breaking； and on the branches of the leafless
trees birds roosted motionless； their little feathers bristling
in the cold morning wind。 The flat country stretched as far as
eye could see； and the tufts of trees round the farms at long
intervals seemed like dark violet stains on the cast grey
surface； that on the horizon faded into the gloom of the sky。
Charles from time to time opened his eyes； his mind grew weary；
and； sleep coming upon him； he soon fell into a doze wherein； his
recent sensations blending with memories； he became conscious of
a double self； at once student and married man； lying in his bed
as but now； and crossing the operation theatre as of old。 The
warm smell of poultices mingled in his brain with the fresh odour
of dew； he heard the iron rings rattling along the curtain…rods
of the bed and saw his wife sleeping。 As he passed Vassonville he
came upon a boy sitting on the grass at the edge of a ditch。
〃Are you the doctor？〃 asked the child。
And on Charles's answer he took his wooden shoes in his hands and
ran on in front of him。
The general practitioner； riding along； gathered from his guide's
talk that Monsieur Rouault must be one of the well…to…do farmers。
He had broken his leg the evening before on his way home from a
Twelfth…night feast at a neighbour's。 His wife had been dead for
two years。 There was with him only his daughter； who helped him
to keep house。
The ruts were becoming deeper； they were approaching the Bertaux。
The little lad； slipping through a hole in the hedge；
disappeared； then he came back to the end of a courtyard to open
the gate。 The horse slipped on the wet grass； Charles had to
stoop to pass under the branches。 The watchdogs in their kennels
barked； dragging at their chains。 As he entered the Bertaux； the
horse took fright and stumbled。
It was a substantial…looking farm。 In the stables； over the top
of the open doors； one could see great cart…horses quietly
feeding from new racks。 Right along the outbuildings extended a
large dunghill； from which manure liquid oozed； while amidst
fowls and turkeys； five or six peacocks； a luxury in Chauchois
farmyards； were foraging on the top of it。 The sheepfold was
long； the barn high； with walls smooth as your hand。 Under the
cart…shed were two large carts and four ploughs； with their
whips； shafts and harnesses complete； whose fleeces of blue wool
were getting soiled by the fine dust that fell from the
granaries。 The courtyard sloped upwards； planted with trees set
out symmetrically； and the chattering noise of a flock of geese
was heard near the pond。
A young woman in a blue merino dress with three flounces came to
the threshold of the door to receive Monsieur Bovary； whom she
led to the kitchen； where a large fire was blazing。 The servant's
breakfast was boiling beside it in small pots of all sizes。 Some
damp clothes were drying inside the chimney…corner。 The shovel；
tongs； and the nozzle of the bellows； all of colossal size； shone
like polished steel； while along the walls hung many pots and
pans in which the clear flame of the hearth； mingling with the
first rays of the sun coming in through the window； was mirrored
fitfully。
Charles went up the first floor to see the patient。 He found him
in his bed； sweating under his bed…clothes； having thrown his
cotton nightcap right away from him。 He was a fat little man of
fifty； with white skin and blue eyes； the forepart of his head
bald； and he wore earrings。 By his side on a chair stood a large
decanter of brandy； whence he poured himself a little from time
to time to keep up his spirits； but as soon as he caught sight of
the doctor his elation subsided； and instead of swearing； as he
had been doing for the last twelve hours； began to groan freely。
The fracture was a simple one； without any kind of complication。
Charles could not have hoped for an easier case。 Then calling to
mind the devices of his masters at the bedsides of patients； he
comforted the sufferer with all sorts of kindly remarks； those
Caresses of the surgeon that are like the oil they put on
bistouries。 In order to make some splints a bundle of laths was
brought up from the cart…house。 Charles selected one； cut it into
two pieces and planed it with a fragment of windowpane； while the
servant tore up sheets to make bandages； and Mademoiselle Emma
tried to sew some pads。 As she was a long time before she found
her work…case； her father grew impatient； she did not answer； but
as she sewed she pricked her fingers； which she then put to her
mouth to suck them。 Charles was surprised at the whiteness of her
nails。 They were shiny； delicate at the tips； more polished than
the ivory of Dieppe； and almond…shaped。 Yet her hand was not
beautiful； perhaps not white enough； and a little hard at the
knuckles； besides； it was too long； with no soft inflections in
the outlines。 Her real beauty was in her eyes。 Although brown；
they seemed black because of the lashes； and her look came at you
frankly； with a candid boldness。
The bandaging over； the doctor was invited by Monsieur Rouault
himself to 〃pick a bit〃 before he left。
Charles went down into the room on the ground floor。 Knives and
forks and silver goblets were laid for two on a little table at
the foot of a huge bed that had a canopy of printed cotton with
figures representing Turks。 There was an odour of iris…root and
damp sheets that escaped from a large oak chest opposite the
window。 On the floor in corners were sacks of flour stuck upright
in rows。 These were the overflow from the neighbouring granary；
to which three stone steps led。 By way of decoration for the
apartment； hanging to a nail in the middle of the wall； whose
green paint scaled off from the effects of the saltpetre； was a
crayon head of Minerva in gold frame； underneath which was
written in Gothic letters 〃To dear Papa。〃
First they spoke of the patient； then of the weather； of the
great cold； of the wolves that infested the fields at night。
Mademoiselle Rouault did not at all like the country； especially
now that she had to look after the farm almost alone。 As the room
was chilly； she shivered as she ate。 This showed something of her
full lips； that she had a habit of biting when silent。
Her neck stood out from a white turned…down collar。 Her hair；
whose two black folds seemed each of a single piece； so smooth
were they； was parted in the middle by a delicate lie that curved
slightly with the curve of the head； and； just showing the tip of
the ear； it was joined behind in a thick chignon； with a wavy
movement at the temples that the country doctor saw now for the
first time in his life。 The upper part of her cheek was
rose…coloured。 She had； like a man； thrust in between two buttons
of her bodice a tortoise…shell eyeglass。
When Charles； after bidding farewell to old Rouault； returned to
the room before leaving； he found her standing； her forehea