Madame Bovary - Penn State University

FlaubertAnd she went to the writing-table, ransacked all the drawers,rummaged the papers, and at last lost her head so comingthe weather from the window, he caught sight of Mon-clothed, it suddenly began to snow, and as Charles was watchpletelythat Charles earnestly begged her not to take so much sieur Bournisien in the chaise of Monsieur Tuvache, whotrouble about those wretched receipts.was driving him to Rouen. Then he went down to give the“Oh, I will find them,” she said.priesta thick shawl that he was to hand over to Emma asAnd, in fact, on the following Friday, as Charles was puttingon one of his boots in the dark cabinet where his clothes inn, Monsieur Bournisien asked for the wife of the Yonvillesoon as he reached the “Croix-Rouge.” When he got to thewere kept, he felt a piece of paper between the leather and his doctor. The landlady replied that she very rarely came to hersock. He took it out and read—establishment. So that evening, when he recognised Madame“Received, for three months’ lessons and several pieces of Bovary in the “Hirondelle,” the cure told her his dilemma,music, the sum of sixty-three francs.—Felicie Lempereur, without, however, appearing to attach much importance toprofessor of music.”it, for he began praising a preacher who was doing wonders“How the devil did it get into my boots?”at the Cathedral, and whom all the ladies were rushing to“It must,” she replied, “have fallen from the old box of bills hear.that is on the edge of the shelf.”Still, if he did not ask for any explanation, others, later on,From that moment her existence was but one long tissue of might prove less discreet. So she thought well to get downlies, in which she enveloped her love as in veils to hide it. It each time at the “Croix-Rouge,” so that the good folk of herwas a want, a mania, a pleasure carried to such an extent that village who saw her on the stairs should suspect nothing.if she said she had the day before walked on the right side of One day, however, Monsieur Lheureux met her coming outa road, one might know she had taken the left.of the Hotel de Boulogne on Leon’s arm; and she was frightened,thinking he would gossip. He was not such a fool. One morning, when she had gone, as usual, rather lightlyBut231