Now, you have not remembered this, when that poor country girl, having returned to the farm and married a village physician, is invited to an evening party at the Castle, to which you have sought to call the attention of the judges to show that there was something lascivious in a waltz she took part in.  You have not called to mind this education when this poor woman is charmed that an invitation comes to take her from her husband’s common fireside and lead her to the Castle, where she sees fine gentlemen, beautiful ladies, and the old duke, who, they said, had had great fortune at Court!  The Government Attorney has shown some fine emotions a propos of Queen Marie-Antoinette!  Assuredly there is not one of us who would not share his thought; like him, we have trembled at the name of this victim of the Revolution, but it is not with Marie-Antoinette that we are concerned here, it is with the Castle Vaubyessard.

There was an old duke there who had had, they said, relations with the queen, and towards whom all eyes were turned.  And when this young woman found herself thus transported into the midst of the world, thus realizing all the fantastic dreams of her youth, can you wonder at the intoxication of it?  And you accuse her of being lascivious!  Better accuse the waltz itself; that dance of our great modern balls where, said a late author writing about it, the woman “leans her head upon the shoulder of her partner whose limbs embrace her.”  You find Madame Bovary lascivious in Flaubert’s description, but there is not a man, and I will not except you, who, having taken part in a ball like that and seen that sort of waltz, has not had in mind the wish that his wife or his daughter refrain from this pleasure which has in it so much of the untamed.  If, counting upon the chastity which enveloped this young woman, we allow her sometimes to give herself up to this pleasure which the world sanctions, it is necessary to count very much upon that envelope of chastity and, however much one may count upon it, it is not unheard of to express the impressions which M. Flaubert has expressed in the name of morals and chastity.

Here she is at the Castle Vaubyessard, observed by the old duke, noticed favorably by all, and you cry out:  What details!  What does it mean?  Details are everywhere, although we cite but a single passage.

“Madame Bovary noticed that many ladies had not put their gloves in their glasses.

“But at the upper end of the table, alone among all those women, bent over his full plate, with his napkin tied round his neck like a child, an old man sat eating, letting drops of gravy drip from his mouth.  His eyes were bloodshot, and he wore a little queue tied with a black ribbon.  He was the Marquis’s father-in-law, the old Duke de Laverdiere, once on a time favorite of the Count d’Artois, in the days of the Vaudreuil hunting-parties at the Marquis de Conflans’, and had been, it was said, the lover of Queen Mari-Antoinette between Monsieur de Coigny and Monsieur de Lauzun.”