Madame Bovary
MADAME BOVARY By Gustave Flaubert Translated from the French by Eleanor Marx-Aveling To Marie-Antoine-Jules Senard Member of the Paris Bar, Ex-President of the National Assembly, and Former Minister of the Interior Dear and Illustrious Friend, Permit me to inscribe your name at the head of this book, and above its dedication; for it is to you, before all, that I owe its publication. Reading over your magnificent defence, my work has acquired for myself, as it were, an unexpected authority. Accept, then, here, the homage of my gratitude, which, how great soever it is, will never attain the height of your eloquence and your devotion. Gustave Flaubert Paris, 12 April 1857
MRS. BORKMAN.
Erhart does not believe that for a moment, now.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
What have you put in his head?
MRS. BORKMAN.
He thinks, what is the truth, that you are ashamed of us--that
you despise us. And do you pretend that you don't? Were you not
once planning to take him quite away from me? Think, Ella; you
cannot have forgotten.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
[With a gesture of negation.] That was at the height of the
scandal--when the case was before the courts. I have no such
designs now.
MRS. BORKMAN.
And it would not matter if you had. For in that case what would
become of his mission? No, thank you. It is me that Erhart needs--
not you. And therefore he is as good as dead to you--and you to
him.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Coldly, with resolution.] We shall see. For now I shall remain
out here.
MADAME BOVARY By Gustave Flaubert Translated from the French by Eleanor Marx-Aveling To Marie-Antoine-Jules Senard Member of the Paris Bar, Ex-President of the National Assembly, and Former Minister of the Interior Dear and Illustrious Friend, Permit me to inscribe your name at the head of this book, and above its dedication; for it is to you, before all, that I owe its publication. Reading over your magnificent defence, my work has acquired for myself, as it were, an unexpected authority. Accept, then, here, the homage of my gratitude, which, how great soever it is, will never attain the height of your eloquence and your devotion. Gustave Flaubert Paris, 12 April 1857