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Flaubertover its head. This mockery of the first of the sacraments Then Madame Bovary, senior, became alarmed for her son’smade the Abbe Bournisien angry; old Bovary replied by a happiness, and fearing that her husband might in the longrunhave an immoral influence upon the ideas of the youngquotation from “La Guerre des Dieux”; the cure wanted toleave; the ladies implored, Homais interfered; and they succeededin making the priest sit down again, and he quietly more serious reasons for uneasiness. Monsieur Bovary waswoman, took care to hurry their departure. Perhaps she hadwent on with the half-finished coffee in his saucer.not the man to respect anything.Monsieur Bovary, senior, stayed at Yonville a month, dazzlingthe native by a superb policeman’s cap with silver tassels her little girl, who had been put to nurse with the carpenter’sOne day Emma was suddenly seized with the desire to seethat he wore in the morning when he smoked his pipe in the wife, and, without looking at the calendar to see whether thesquare. Being also in the habit of drinking a good deal of six weeks of the Virgin were yet passed, she set out for thebrandy, he often sent the servant to the Lion d’Or to buy him Rollets’ house, situated at the extreme end of the village, betweenthe highroad and the fields.a bottle, which was put down to his son’s account, and toperfume his handkerchiefs he used up his daughter-in-law’s It was mid-day, the shutters of the houses were closed andwhole supply of eau-de-cologne.the slate roofs that glittered beneath the fierce light of theThe latter did not at all dislike his company. He had knocked blue sky seemed to strike sparks from the crest of the gables.about the world, he talked about Berlin, Vienna, and A heavy wind was blowing; Emma felt weak as she walked;Strasbourg, of his soldier times, of the mistresses he had had, the stones of the pavement hurt her; she was doubtful whetherthe grand luncheons of which he had partaken; then he was she would not go home again, or go in somewhere to rest.amiable, and sometimes even, either on the stairs, or in the At this moment Monsieur Leon came out from agarden, would seize hold of her waist, crying, “Charles, look neighbouring door with a bundle of papers under his arm.out for yourself.”He came to greet her, and stood in the shade in front of79