Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame Bovarysieur Lheureux returned to the charge, and, by turns threateningand whining, so managed that Bovary ended by signing a sieur Guillaumin promised him some shares in the turf-pitscator for a supply of cider to the hospital at Neufchatel; Mon-bill at six months. But hardly had he signed this bill than a of Gaumesnil, and he dreamt of establishing a new diligencebold idea occurred to him: it was to borrow a thousand francs service between Arcueil and Rouen, which no doubt wouldfrom Lheureux. So, with an embarrassed air, he asked if it not be long in ruining the ramshackle van of the “Lion d’Or,”were possible to get them, adding that it would be for a year, and that, travelling faster, at a cheaper rate, and carrying moreat any interest he wished. Lheureux ran off to his shop, brought luggage, would thus put into his hands the whole commerceback the money, and dictated another bill, by which Bovary of Yonville.undertook to pay to his order on the 1st of September next Charles several times asked himself by what means he shouldthe sum of one thousand and seventy francs, which, with the next year be able to pay back so much money. He reflected,hundred and eighty already agreed to, made just twelve hundredand fifty, thus lending at six per cent in addition to one-something. But his father would be deaf, and he—he hadimagined expedients, such as applying to his father or sellingfourth for commission: and the things bringing him in a good nothing to sell. Then he foresaw such worries that he quicklythird at the least, this ought in twelve months to give him a dismissed so disagreeable a subject of meditation from hisprofit of a hundred and thirty francs. He hoped that the businesswould not stop there; that the bills would not be paid; all his thoughts belonging to this woman, it was robbing hermind. He reproached himself with forgetting Emma, as if,that they would be renewed; and that his poor little money, of something not to be constantly thinking of her.having thriven at the doctor’s as at a hospital, would come The winter was severe, Madame Bovary’s convalescence slow.back to him one day considerably more plump, and fat When it was fine they wheeled her arm-chair to the windowenough to burst his bag.that overlooked the square, for she now had an antipathy toEverything, moreover, succeeded with him. He was adjudi-the garden, and the blinds on that side were always down.182