Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame Bovaryabout the customs of the capital; he even talked slang to dazzle ness, she spent the afternoon, her face pressed against the window-panes.the bourgeois, saying bender, crummy, dandy, macaroni, thecheese, cut my stick and “I’ll hook it,” for “I am going.” At two o’clock they were still at a table opposite each other.So one Thursday Emma was surprised to meet Monsieur The large room was emptying; the stove-pipe, in the shape ofHomais in the kitchen of the “Lion d’Or,” wearing a traveller’s a palm-tree, spread its gilt leaves over the white ceiling, andcostume, that is to say, wrapped in an old cloak which no one near them, outside the window, in the bright sunshine, a littleknew he had, while he carried a valise in one hand and the fountain gurgled in a white basin, where; in the midst of watercressand asparagus, three torpid lobsters stretched acrossfoot-warmer of his establishment in the other. He had confidedhis intentions to no one, for fear of causing the public to some quails that lay heaped up in a pile on their sides.anxiety by his absence.Homais was enjoying himself. Although he was even moreThe idea of seeing again the place where his youth had been intoxicated with the luxury than the rich fare, the Pommardspent no doubt excited him, for during the whole journey he wine all the same rather excited his faculties; and when thenever ceased talking, and as soon as he had arrived, he jumped omelette au rhum* appeared, he began propounding immoralquickly out of the diligence to go in search of Leon. In vain theories about women. What seduced him above all else wasthe clerk tried to get rid of him. Monsieur Homais dragged chic. He admired an elegant toilette in a well-furnished apartment,and as to bodily qualities, he didn’t dislike a young girl.him off to the large Cafe de la Normandie, which he enteredmajestically, not raising his hat, thinking it very provincial to Leon watched the clock in despair. The druggist went onuncover in any public place.drinking, eating, and talking.Emma waited for Leon three quarters of an hour. At last “You must be very lonely,” he said suddenly, “here at Rouen.she ran to his office; and, lost in all sorts of conjectures, accusinghim of indifference, and reproaching herself for her weak-To be sure your lady-love doesn’t live far away.”* In rum.238