Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame Bovarytions, Homais had been summoned to Rouen to see the procurerof the king in his own private room; the magistrate to sleep, or watched his wife sewing. Then for diversion hefor hours without speaking, went into his consulting roomreceiving him standing up, ermine on shoulder and cap on employed himself at home as a workman; he even tried to dohead. It was in the morning, before the court opened. In the up the attic with some paint which had been left behind bycorridors one heard the heavy boots of the gendarmes walkingpast, and like a far-off noise great locks that were shut. so much for repairs at Tostes, for madame’s toilette, and forthe painters. But money matters worried him. He had spentThe druggist’s ears tingled as if he were about to have an apoplecticstroke; he saw the depths of dungeons, his family in crowns, had slipped away in two years.the moving, that the whole dowry, over three thousandtears, his shop sold, all the jars dispersed; and he was obliged Then how many things had been spoilt or lost during theirto enter a cafe and take a glass of rum and seltzer to recover carriage from Tostes to Yonville, without counting the plasterhis spirits.cure, who falling out of the coach at an over-severe jolt, hadLittle by little the memory of this reprimand grew fainter, been dashed into a thousand fragments on the pavements ofand he continued, as heretofore, to give anodyne consultationsin his back-parlour. But the mayor resented it, his col-namely, the pregnancy of his wife. As the time of her confine-Quincampoix! A pleasanter trouble came to distract him,leagues were jealous, everything was to be feared; gaining over ment approached he cherished her the more. It was anotherMonsieur Bovary by his attentions was to earn his gratitude, bond of the flesh establishing itself, and, as it were, a continuedsentiment of a more complex union. When from afar heand prevent his speaking out later on, should he notice anything.So every morning Homais brought him “the paper,” saw her languid walk, and her figure without stays turningand often in the afternoon left his shop for a few moments to softly on her hips; when opposite one another he looked athave a chat with the Doctor.her at his ease, while she took tired poses in her armchair,Charles was dull: patients did not come. He remained seated then his happiness knew no bounds; he got up, embraced her,76