Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Flaubertplace as second clerk at Rouen; found none, and at last wrote “It is I again!” said Leon.his mother a long letter full of details, in which he set forth “I was sure of it!”the reasons for going to live at Paris immediately. She consented.made her red from the roots of her hair to the top of herShe bit her lips, and a rush of blood flowing under her skinHe did not hurry. Every day for a month Hivert carried collar. She remained standing, leaning with her shoulderboxes, valises, parcels for him from Yonville to Rouen and against the wainscot.from Rouen to Yonville; and when Leon had packed up his “The doctor is not here?” he went on.wardrobe, had his three arm-chairs restuffed, bought a stock “He is out.” She repeated, “He is out.”of neckties, in a word, had made more preparations than for Then there was silence. They looked at one another anda voyage around the world, he put it off from week to week, their thoughts, confounded in the same agony, clung closeuntil he received a second letter from his mother urging him together like two throbbing breasts.to leave, since he wanted to pass his examination before the “I should like to kiss Berthe,” said Leon.vacation.Emma went down a few steps and called Felicite.When the moment for the farewells had come, Madame He threw one long look around him that took in the walls,Homais wept, Justin sobbed; Homais, as a man of nerve, the decorations, the fireplace, as if to penetrate everything, carryconcealed his emotion; he wished to carry his friend’s overcoathimself as far as the gate of the notary, who was taking Berthe, who was swinging a windmill roof downwards at theaway everything. But she returned, and the servant broughtLeon to Rouen in his carriage.end of a string. Leon kissed her several times on the neck.The latter had just time to bid farewell to Monsieur Bovary. “Good-bye, poor child! good-bye, dear little one! goodbye!”And he gave her back to her mother.When he reached the head of the stairs, he stopped, he was soout of breath. As he came in, Madame Bovary arose hurriedly. “Take her away,” she said.103