Madame Bovary - Penn State University

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Madame BovaryShe was ingenious and caressing, rejoicing in her heart at gain-Chapter Elevening once more an affection that had wandered from her for somany years. Midnight struck. The village as usual was silent, THE NEXT DAY Charles had the child brought back. She askedand Charles, awake, thought always of her.for her mamma. They told her she was away; that she wouldRodolphe, who, to distract himself, had been rambling bring her back some playthings. Berthe spoke of her againabout the wood all day, was sleeping quietly in his chateau, several times, then at last thought no more of her. The child’sand Leon, down yonder, always slept.gaiety broke Bovary’s heart, and he had to bear besides theThere was another who at that hour was not asleep. intolerable consolations of the chemist.On the grave between the pine-trees a child was on his knees Money troubles soon began again, Monsieur Lheureuxweeping, and his heart, rent by sobs, was beating in the shadow urging on anew his friend Vincart, and Charles pledged himselffor exorbitant sums; for he would never consent to letbeneath the load of an immense regret, sweeter than the moonand fathomless as the night. The gate suddenly grated. It was the smallest of the things that had belonged to her be sold.Lestiboudois; he came to fetch his spade, that he had forgotten.He recognised Justin climbing over the wall, and at last angry than she did. He had altogether changed. She left theHis mother was exasperated with him; he grew even moreknew who was the culprit who stole his potatoes.house.Then everyone began “taking advantage” of him. MademoiselleLempereur presented a bill for six months’ teaching,although Emma had never taken a lesson (despite the receiptedbill she had shown Bovary); it was an arrangement betweenthe two women. The man at the circulating library demandedthree years’ subscriptions; Mere Rollet claimed the postage290

Flaubertdue for some twenty letters, and when Charles asked for an One day when, wandering aimlessly about the house, heexplanation, she had the delicacy to reply—had gone up to the attic, he felt a pellet of fine paper under“Oh, I don’t know. It was for her business affairs.” his slipper. He opened it and read: “Courage, Emma, courage.I would not bring misery into your life.” It was Rodolphe’sWith every debt he paid Charles thought he had come tothe end of them. But others followed ceaselessly. He sent in letter, fallen to the ground between the boxes, where it hadaccounts for professional attendance. He was shown the lettershis wife had written. Then he had to apologise. just blown towards the door. And Charles stood, motionlessremained, and that the wind from the dormer window hadFelicite now wore Madame Bovary’s gowns; not all, for he and staring, in the very same place where, long ago, Emma, inhad kept some of them, and he went to look at them in her despair, and paler even than he, had thought of dying. At lastdressing-room, locking himself up there; she was about her he discovered a small R at the bottom of the second page.height, and often Charles, seeing her from behind, was seized What did this mean? He remembered Rodolphe’s attentions,with an illusion, and cried out—his sudden, disappearance, his constrained air when they had“Oh, stay, stay!”met two or three times since. But the respectful tone of theBut at Whitsuntide she ran away from Yonville, carried off letter deceived him.by Theodore, stealing all that was left of the wardrobe. “Perhaps they loved one another platonically,” he said toIt was about this time that the widow Dupuis had the himself.honour to inform him of the “marriage of Monsieur Leon Besides, Charles was not of those who go to the bottom ofDupuis her son, notary at Yvetot, to Mademoiselle Leocadie things; he shrank from the proofs, and his vague jealousy wasLeboeuf of Bondeville.” Charles, among the other congratulationshe sent him, wrote this sentence—Everyone, he thought, must have adored her; all men assur-lost in the immensity of his woe.“How glad my poor wife would have been!”edly must have coveted her. She seemed but the more beauti-291

<strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong>She was ingenious and caressing, rejoicing in her heart at gain-Chapter Elevening once more an affection that had wandered from her for somany years. Midnight struck. The village as usual was silent, THE NEXT DAY Charles had the child brought back. She askedand Charles, awake, thought always of her.for her mamma. They told her she was away; that she wouldRodolphe, who, to distract himself, had been rambling bring her back some playthings. Berthe spoke of her againabout the wood all day, was sleeping quietly in his chateau, several times, then at last thought no more of her. The child’sand Leon, down yonder, always slept.gaiety broke <strong>Bovary</strong>’s heart, and he had to bear besides theThere was another who at that hour was not asleep. intolerable consolations of the chemist.On the grave between the pine-trees a child was on his knees Money troubles soon began again, Monsieur Lheureuxweeping, and his heart, rent by sobs, was beating in the shadow urging on anew his friend Vincart, and Charles pledged himselffor exorbitant sums; for he would never consent to letbeneath the load of an immense regret, sweeter than the moonand fathomless as the night. The gate suddenly grated. It was the smallest of the things that had belonged to her be sold.Lestiboudois; he came to fetch his spade, that he had forgotten.He recognised Justin climbing over the wall, and at last angry than she did. He had altogether changed. She left theHis mother was exasperated with him; he grew even moreknew who was the culprit who stole his potatoes.house.Then everyone began “taking advantage” of him. MademoiselleLempereur presented a bill for six months’ teaching,although Emma had never taken a lesson (despite the receiptedbill she had shown <strong>Bovary</strong>); it was an arrangement betweenthe two women. The man at the circulating library demandedthree years’ subscriptions; Mere Rollet claimed the postage290

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