The Awakening by Kate Chopin (An Excerpt)

THE AWAKENING
An excerpt
By Kate Chopin
XIII
A feeling of oppression and drowsiness overcame Edna during the service. Her head
began to ache, and the lights on the altar swayed before her eyes. Another time she
might have made an effort to regain her composure; but her one thought was to quit the
stifling atmosphere of the church and reach the open air. She arose, climbing over
Robert’s feet with a muttered apology. Old Monsieur Farival, flurried, curious, stood up,
but upon seeing that Robert had followed Mrs. Pontellier, he sank back into his seat. He
whispered an anxious inquiry of the lady in black, who did not notice him or reply, but
kept her eyes fastened upon the pages of her velvet prayer-book.
“I felt giddy and almost overcome,” Edna said, lifting her hands instinctively to her head
and pushing her straw hat up from her forehead. “I couldn’t have stayed through the
service.” They were outside in the shadow of the church. Robert was full of solicitude.
“It was folly to have thought of going in the first place, let alone staying. Come over to
Madame Antoine’s; you can rest there.” He took her arm and led her away, looking
anxiously and continuously down into her face.
How still it was, with only the voice of the sea whispering through the reeds that grew in
the salt-water pools! The long line of little gray, weather-beaten houses nestled
peacefully among the orange trees. It must always have been God’s day on that low,
drowsy island, Edna thought. They stopped, leaning over a jagged fence made of sea-
drift, to ask for water. A youth, a mild-faced Acadian, was drawing water from the
cistern, which was nothing more than a rusty buoy, with an opening on one side, sunk in
the ground. The water which the youth handed to them in a tin pail was not cold to taste,
but it was cool to her heated face, and it greatly revived and refreshed her.
Madame Antoine’s cot was at the far end of the village. She welcomed them with all the
native hospitality, as she would have opened her door to let the sunlight in. She was fat,
and walked heavily and clumsily across the floor. She could speak no English, but when
Robert made her understand that the lady who accompanied him was ill and desired to
rest, she was all eagerness to make Edna feel at home and to dispose of her comfortably.
The whole place was immaculately clean, and the big, four-posted bed, snow-white,
invited one to repose. It stood in a small side room which looked out across a narrow
grass plot toward the shed, where there was a disabled boat lying keel upward.
Madame Antoine had not gone to mass. Her son Tonie had, but she supposed he would
soon be back, and she invited Robert to be seated and wait for him. But he went and sat
outside the door and smoked. Madame Antoine busied herself in the large front room
preparing dinner. She was boiling mullets over a few red coals in the huge fireplace.
Edna, left alone in the little side room, loosened her clothes, removing the greater part of
them. She bathed her face, her neck and arms in the basin that stood between the
windows. She took off her shoes and stockings and stretched herself in the very center of
the high, white bed. How luxurious it felt to rest thus in a strange, quaint bed, with its
sweet country odor of laurel lingering about the sheets and mattress! She stretched her
strong limbs that ached a little. She ran her fingers through her loosened hair for a while.
She looked at her round arms as she held them straight up and rubbed them one after the
other, observing closely, as if it were something she saw for the first time, the fine, firm
quality and texture of her flesh. She clasped her hands easily above her head, and it was
thus she fell asleep.
She slept lightly at first, half awake and drowsily attentive to the things about her. She
could hear Madame Antoine’s heavy, scraping tread as she walked back and forth on the
sanded floor. Some chickens were clucking outside the windows, scratching for bits of
gravel in the grass. Later she half heard the voices of Robert and Tonie talking under the
shed. She did not stir. Even her eyelids rested numb and heavily over her sleepy eyes.
The voices went on—Tonie’s slow, Acadian drawl, Robert’s quick, soft, smooth French.
She understood French imperfectly unless directly addressed, and the voices were only
part of the other drowsy, muffled sounds lulling her senses.
When Edna awoke it was with the conviction that she had slept long and soundly. The
voices were hushed under the shed. Madame Antoine’s step was no longer to be heard in
the adjoining room. Even the chickens had gone elsewhere to scratch and cluck. The
mosquito bar was drawn over her; the old woman had come in while she slept and let
down the bar. Edna arose quietly from the bed, and looking between the curtains of the
window, she saw by the slanting rays of the sun that the afternoon was far advanced.
Robert was out there under the shed, reclining in the shade against the sloping keel of
the overturned boat. He was reading from a book. Tonie was no longer with him. She
wondered what had become of the rest of the party. She peeped out at him two or three
times as she stood washing herself in the little basin between the windows.

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