andthatIshallperhapsneveruse!Everythingisofimportanceinthedelicateoperationsofourart!But，deviltakeit!onemustmakedistinctions，andnotemployforalmostdomesticpurposesthatwhichismeantforpharmaceutical!Itisasifoneweretocarveafowlwithascalpel；asifamagistrate——“
　　“Nowbecalm，“saidMadameHomais。
　　AndAthalie，pullingathiscoat，cried“Papa!papa!“
　　“No，letmealone，“wentonthedruggist“letmealone，hangit!
　　Myword!Onemightaswellsetupforagrocer。That’sit!goit!
　　respectnothing!break，smash，letloosetheleeches，burnthemallow-paste，picklethegherkinsinthewindowjars，tearupthebandages!“
　　“Ithoughtyouhad——“saidEmma。
　　“Presently!Doyouknowtowhatyouexposedyourself？Didn’tyouseeanythinginthecorner，ontheleft，onthethirdshelf？
　　Speak，answer，articulatesomething。“
　　“I——don’t——know，“stammeredtheyoungfellow。
　　“Ah!youdon’tknow!Well，then，Idoknow!Yousawabottleofblueglass，sealedwithyellowwax，thatcontainsawhitepowder，onwhichIhaveevenwritten’Dangerous!’Anddoyouknowwhatisinit？Arsenic!Andyougoandtouchit!Youtakeapanthatwasnexttoit!“
　　“Nexttoit!“criedMadameHoinais，claspingherhands。“Arsenic!
　　Youmighthavepoisonedusall。“
　　Andthechildrenbeganhowlingasiftheyalreadyhadfrightfulpainsintheirentrails。
　　“Orpoisonapatient!“continuedthedruggist。“Doyouwanttoseemeintheprisoner’sdockwithcriminals，inacourtofjustice？Toseemedraggedtothescaffold？Don’tyouknowwhatcareItakeinmanagingthings，althoughIamsothoroughlyusedtoit？OftenIamhorrifiedmyselfwhenIthinkofmyresponsibility；fortheGovernmentpersecutesus，andtheabsurdlegislationthatrulesusisaveritableDamocles’swordoverourheads。“
　　Emmanolongerdreamedofaskingwhattheywantedherfor，andthedruggistwentoninbreathlessphrases——
　　“Thatisyourreturnforallthekindnesswehaveshownyou!ThatishowyourecompensemeforthereallypaternalcarethatI
　　lavishonyou!Forwithoutmewherewouldyoube？Whatwouldyoubedoing？Whoprovidesyouwithfood，education，clothes，andallthemeansoffiguringonedaywithhonourintheranksofsociety？Butyoumustpullhardattheoarifyou’retodothat，andget，as，peoplesay，callositiesuponyourhands。Fabricandofitfaber，agequodagis。*
　　*Theworkerlivesbyworking，dowhathewill。
　　HewassoexasperatedhequotedLatin。HewouldhavequotedChineseorGreenlandishhadheknownthosetwolanguages，forhewasinoneofthosecrisesinwhichthewholesoulshowsindistinctlywhatitcontains，liketheocean，which，inthestorm，opensitselffromtheseaweedsonitsshoresdowntothesandsofitsabysses。
　　Andhewenton——
　　“Iambeginningtorepentterriblyofhavingtakenyouup!I
　　shouldcertainlyhavedonebettertohaveleftyoutorotinyourpovertyandthedirtinwhichyouwereborn。Oh，you’llneverbefitforanythingbuttoherdanimalswithhorns!Youhavenoaptitudeforscience!Youhardlyknowhowtostickonalabel!
　　Andthereyouare，dwellingwithmesnugasaparson，livinginclover，takingyourease!“
　　ButEmma，turningtoMadameHomais，“Iwastoldtocomehere——“
　　“Oh，dearme!“interruptedthegoodwoman，withasadair，“howamItotellyou？Itisamisfortune!“
　　Shecouldnotfinish，thedruggistwasthundering——“Emptyit!
　　Cleanit!Takeitback!Bequick!“
　　AndseizingJustinbythecollarofhisblouse，heshookabookoutofhispocket。Theladstooped，butHomaiswasthequicker，and，havingpickedupthevolume，contemplateditwithstaringeyesandopenmouth。
　　“CONJUGAL——LOVE!“hesaid，slowlyseparatingthetwowords。“Ah!
　　verygood!verygood!verypretty!Andillustrations!Oh，thisistoomuch!“
　　MadameHomaiscameforward。
　　“No，donottouchit!“
　　Thechildrenwantedtolookatthepictures。
　　“Leavetheroom，“hesaidimperiously；andtheywentout。
　　Firsthewalkedupanddownwiththeopenvolumeinhishand，rollinghiseyes，choking，tumid，apoplectic。Thenhecamestraighttohispupil，and，plantinghimselfinfrontofhimwithcrossedarms——
　　“Haveyoueveryvice，then，littlewretch？Takecare!youareonadownwardpath。Didnotyoureflectthatthisinfamousbookmightfallinthehandsofmychildren，kindleasparkintheirminds，tarnishthepurityofAthalie，corruptNapoleon。Heisalreadyformedlikeaman。Areyouquitesure，anyhow，thattheyhavenotreadit？Canyoucertifytome——“
　　“Butreally，sir，“saidEmma，“youwishedtotellme——“
　　“Ah，yes!madame。Yourfather-in-lawisdead。“
　　Infact，MonsieurBovaryseniorhadexpiredtheeveningbeforesuddenlyfromanattackofapoplexyashegotupfromtable，andbywayofgreaterprecaution，onaccountofEmma’ssensibility，CharleshadbeggedHomaistobreakthehorriblenewstohergradually。Homaishadthoughtoverhisspeech；hehadrounded，polishedit，madeitrhythmical；itwasamasterpieceofprudenceandtransitions，ofsubtleturnsanddelicacy；butangerhadgotthebetterofrhetoric。
　　Emma，givingupallchanceofhearinganydetails，leftthepharmacy；forMonsieurHomaishadtakenupthethreadofhisvituperations。However，hewasgrowingcalmer，andwasnowgrumblinginapaternaltonewhilsthefannedhimselfwithhisskull-cap。
　　“ItisnotthatIentirelydisapproveofthework。Itsauthorwasadoctor!Therearecertainscientificpointsinitthatitisnotillamanshouldknow，andIwouldevenventuretosaythatamanmustknow。Butlater——later!Atanyrate，nottillyouaremanyourselfandyourtemperamentisformed。“
　　WhenEmmaknockedatthedoor。Charles，whowaswaitingforher，cameforwardwithopenarmsandsaidtoherwithtearsinhisvoice——
　　“Ah!mydear!“
　　Andhebentoverhergentlytokissher。Butatthecontactofhislipsthememoryoftheotherseizedher，andshepassedherhandoverherfaceshuddering。
　　Butshemadeanswer，“Yes，Iknow，Iknow!“
　　Heshowedhertheletterinwhichhismothertoldtheeventwithoutanysentimentalhypocrisy。Sheonlyregrettedherhusbandhadnotreceivedtheconsolationsofreligion，ashehaddiedatDaudeville，inthestreet，atthedoorofacafeafterapatrioticdinnerwithsomeex-officers。
　　Emmagavehimbacktheletter；thenatdinner，forappearance’ssake，sheaffectedacertainrepugnance。Butasheurgedhertotry，sheresolutelybeganeating，whileCharlesoppositehersatmotionlessinadejectedattitude。
　　Nowandthenheraisedhisheadandgaveheralonglookfullofdistress。Oncehesighed，“Ishouldhavelikedtoseehimagain!“
　　Shewassilent。Atlast，understandingthatshemustsaysomething，“Howoldwasyourfather？“sheasked。
　　“Fifty-eight。“
　　“Ah!“
　　Andthatwasall。
　　Aquarterofanhourafterheadded，“Mypoormother!whatwillbecomeofhernow？“
　　Shemadeagesturethatsignifiedshedidnotknow。Seeinghersotaciturn，Charlesimaginedhermuchaffected，andforcedhimselftosaynothing，nottoreawakenthissorrowwhichmovedhim。And，shakingoffhisown——
　　“Didyouenjoyyourselfyesterday？“heasked。
　　“Yes。“
　　Whentheclothwasremoved，Bovarydidnotrise，nordidEmma；
　　andasshelookedathim，themonotonyofthespectacledrovelittlebylittleallpityfromherheart。Heseemedtoherpaltry，weak，acipher——inaword，apoorthingineveryway。Howtogetridofhim？Whataninterminableevening!Somethingstupefyinglikethefumesofopiumseizedher。
　　Theyheardinthepassagethesharpnoiseofawoodenlegontheboards。ItwasHippolytebringingbackEmma’sluggage。Inordertoputitdownhedescribedpainfullyaquarterofacirclewithhisstump。
　　“Hedoesn’tevenrememberanymoreaboutit，“shethought，lookingatthepoordevil，whosecoarseredhairwaswetwithperspiration。