Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Flauberteven procured me the honour of being received among its members—Section,Agriculture; Class, Pomological.bowing to Madame Bovary, who’s got on a green bonnet.“There!” she said. “Look at him! he is in the market; he isWell, if my work had been given to the public—” But the Why, she’s taking Monsieur Boulanger’s arm.”druggist stopped, Madame Lefrancois seemed so preoccupied. “Madame Bovary!” exclaimed Homais. “I must go at once“Just look at them!” she said. “It’s past comprehension! Such and pay her my respects. Perhaps she’ll be very glad to have aa cookshop as that!” And with a shrug of the shoulders that seat in the enclosure under the peristyle.” And, without heedingMadame Lefrancois, who was calling him back to tellstretched out over her breast the stitches of her knitted bodice,she pointed with both hands at her rival’s inn, whence him more about it, the druggist walked off rapidly with asongs were heard issuing. “Well, it won’t last long,” she added. smile on his lips, with straight knees, bowing copiously to“It’ll be over before a week.”right and left, and taking up much room with the large tailsHomais drew back with stupefaction. She came down three of his frock-coat that fluttered behind him in the wind.steps and whispered in his ear—Rodolphe, having caught sight of him from afar, hurried“What! you didn’t know it? There is to be an execution in on, but Madame Bovary lost her breath; so he walked morenext week. It’s Lheureux who is selling him out; he has killed slowly, and, smiling at her, said in a rough tone—him with bills.”“It’s only to get away from that fat fellow, you know, the“What a terrible catastrophe!” cried the druggist, who alwaysfound expressions in harmony with all imaginable cir-“What’s the meaning of that?” he asked himself. And hedruggist.” She pressed his elbow.cumstances.looked at her out of the corner of his eyes.Then the landlady began telling him the story that she had heard Her profile was so calm that one could guess nothing fromfrom Theodore, Monsieur Guillaumin’s servant, and although she it. It stood out in the light from the oval of her bonnet, withdetested Tellier, she blamed Lheureux. He was “a wheedler, a sneak.” pale ribbons on it like the leaves of weeds. Her eyes with their117