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- EDNA PONTELLIER COULD NOT have told why, wishing to go to the beachwith Robert, she should in the first place have declined, and in the secondplace have followed in obedience to one of the two contradictory impulseswhich impelled her.A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her,—the lightwhich, showing the way, forbids it.At that early period it served but to bewilder her. It moved her to dreams,to thoughtfulness, to the shadowy anguish which had overcome her themidnight when she had abandoned herself to tears. pg 17
- The very first chords which Mademoiselle Reisz struck upon the pianosent a keen tremor down Mrs. Pontellier’s spinal column. It was not thefirst time she had heard an artist at the piano. Perhaps it was the first timeshe was ready, perhaps the first time her being was tempered to take animpress of the abiding truth.She waited for the material pictures which she thought would gatherand blaze before her imagination. She waited in vain. She saw no picturesof solitude, of hope, of longing, or of despair. But the very passions themselves were aroused within her soul, swaying it, lashing it, as the wavesdaily beat upon her splendid body. She trembled, she was choking, andthe tears blinded her.Mademoiselle had finished. She arose, and bowing her stiff, lofty bow,she went away, stopping for neither, thanks nor applause. As she passedalong the gallery she patted Edna upon the shoulder.“Well, how did you like my music?” she asked. The young woman wasunable to answer; she pressed the hand of the pianist convulsively. Mademoiselle Reisz perceived her agitation and even her tears. She patted heragain upon the shoulder as she said:“You are the only one worth playing for. Those others? Bah!” and shewent shuffling and sidling on down the gallery toward her room. pg34-35
- She was fond of her children in an uneven, impulsive way. She wouldsometimes gather them passionately to her heart; she would sometimesforget them. The year before they had spent part of the summer with theirgrandmother Pontellier in Iberville. Feeling secure regarding their happiness and welfare, she did not miss them except with an occasional intenselonging. Their absence was a sort of relief, though she did not admit this,even to herself. It seemed to free her of a responsibility which she hadblindly assumed and for which Fate had not fitted her. pg25
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