His "knees were going up into his body." He had spent five consecutive hours standing bolt upright at the card tables, watching them play whist, without understanding anything about it, and it was with a deep sigh of relief that he pulled off his boots.
Emma threw a shawl over her shoulders, opened the window, and leant out.
The night was dark; some drops of rain were falling.

She breathed in the damp wind that refreshed her eyelids.

The music of the ball was still murmuring in her ears.

And she tried to keep herself awake in order to prolong the illusion of this luxurious life that she would soon have to give up.
Day began to break.

She looked long at the windows of the chateau, trying to guess which were the rooms of all those she had noticed the evening before.