Oftenherhusband，notingherpallor，askedifshewereunwell。
　　“No，“saidEmma。
　　“But，“hereplied，“youseemsostrangethisevening。“
　　“Oh，it’snothing!nothing!“
　　Therewereevendayswhenshehadnosoonercomeinthanshewentuptoherroom；andJustin，happeningtobethere，movedaboutnoiselessly，quickerathelpingherthanthebestofmaids。Heputthematchesready，thecandlestick，abook，arrangedhernightgown，turnedbackthebedclothes。
　　“Come!“saidshe，“thatwilldo。Nowyoucango。“
　　Forhestoodthere，hishandshangingdownandhiseyeswideopen，asifenmeshedintheinnumerablethreadsofasuddenreverie。
　　Thefollowingdaywasfrightful，andthosethatcameafterstillmoreunbearable，becauseofherimpatiencetoonceagainseizeherhappiness；anardentlust，inflamedbytheimagesofpastexperience，andthatburstforthfreelyontheseventhdaybeneathLeon’scaresses。Hisardourswerehiddenbeneathoutburstsofwonderandgratitude。Emmatastedthisloveinadiscreet，absorbedfashion，maintaineditbyalltheartificesofhertenderness，andtrembledalittlelestitshouldbelostlateron。
　　Sheoftensaidtohim，withhersweet，melancholyvoice——
　　“Ah!youtoo，youwillleaveme!Youwillmarry!Youwillbelikealltheothers。“
　　Heasked，“Whatothers？“
　　“Why，likeallmen，“shereplied。Thenadded，repulsinghimwithalanguidmovement——
　　“Youareallevil!“
　　Oneday，astheyweretalkingphilosophicallyofearthlydisillusions，toexperimentonhisjealousy，oryielding，perhaps，toanover-strongneedtopouroutherheart，shetoldhimthatformerly，beforehim，shehadlovedsomeone。
　　“Notlikeyou，“shewentonquickly，protestingbytheheadofherchildthat“nothinghadpassedbetweenthem。“
　　Theyoungmanbelievedher，butnonethelessquestionedhertofindoutwhathewas。
　　“Hewasaship’scaptain，mydear。“
　　Wasthisnotpreventinganyinquiry，and，atthesametime，assumingahighergroundthroughthispretendedfascinationexercisedoveramanwhomusthavebeenofwarlikenatureandaccustomedtoreceivehomage？
　　Theclerkthenfeltthelowlinessofhisposition；helongedforepaulettes，crosses，titles。Allthatwouldpleaseher——hegatheredthatfromherspendthrifthabits。
　　Emmaneverthelessconcealedmanyoftheseextravagantfancies，suchasherwishtohaveabluetilburytodriveintoRouen，drawnbyanEnglishhorseanddrivenbyagroomintop-boots。ItwasJustinwhohadinspiredherwiththiswhim，bybegginghertotakehimintoherserviceasvalet-de-chambre*，andiftheprivationofitdidnotlessenthepleasureofherarrivalateachrendezvous，itcertainlyaugmentedthebitternessofthereturn。
　　*Manservant。
　　Often，whentheytalkedtogetherofParis，sheendedbymurmuring，“Ah!howhappyweshouldbethere!“
　　“Arewenothappy？“gentlyansweredtheyoungmanpassinghishandsoverherhair。
　　“Yes，thatistrue，“shesaid。“Iammad。Kissme!“
　　Toherhusbandshewasmorecharmingthanever。Shemadehimpistachio-creams，andplayedhimwaltzesafterdinner。SohethoughthimselfthemostfortunateofmenandEmmawaswithoutuneasiness，when，oneeveningsuddenlyhesaid——
　　“ItisMademoiselleLempereur，isn’tit，whogivesyoulessons？“
　　“Yes。“
　　“Well，Isawherjustnow，“Charleswenton，“atMadameLiegeard’s。Ispoketoheraboutyou，andshedoesn’tknowyou。“
　　Thiswaslikeathunderclap。However，sherepliedquitenaturally——
　　“Ah!nodoubtsheforgotmyname。“
　　“Butperhaps，“saidthedoctor，“thereareseveralDemoisellesLempereuratRouenwhoaremusic-mistresses。“
　　“Possibly!“Thenquickly——“ButIhavemyreceiptshere。See!“
　　Andshewenttothewriting-table，ransackedallthedrawers，rummagedthepapers，andatlastlostherheadsocompletelythatCharlesearnestlybeggedhernottotakesomuchtroubleaboutthosewretchedreceipts。
　　“Oh，Iwillfindthem，“shesaid。
　　And，infact，onthefollowingFriday，asCharleswasputtingononeofhisbootsinthedarkcabinetwherehisclotheswerekept，hefeltapieceofpaperbetweentheleatherandhissock。Hetookitoutandread——
　　“Received，forthreemonths’lessonsandseveralpiecesofmusic，thesumofsixty-threefrancs——FelicieLempereur，professorofmusic。“
　　“Howthedevildiditgetintomyboots？“
　　“Itmust，“shereplied，“havefallenfromtheoldboxofbillsthatisontheedgeoftheshelf。“
　　>Fromthatmomentherexistencewasbutonelongtissueoflies，inwhichsheenvelopedherloveasinveilstohideit。Itwasawant，amania，apleasurecarriedtosuchanextentthatifshesaidshehadthedaybeforewalkedontherightsideofaroad，onemightknowshehadtakentheleft。
　　Onemorning，whenshehadgone，asusual，ratherlightlyclothed，itsuddenlybegantosnow，andasCharleswaswatchingtheweatherfromthewindow，hecaughtsightofMonsieurBournisieninthechaiseofMonsieurTuvache，whowasdrivinghimtoRouen。
　　ThenhewentdowntogivethepriestathickshawlthathewastohandovertoEmmaassoonashereachedthe“Croix-Rouge。“Whenhegottotheinn，MonsieurBournisienaskedforthewifeoftheYonvilledoctor。Thelandladyrepliedthatsheveryrarelycametoherestablishment。Sothatevening，whenherecognisedMadameBovaryinthe“Hirondelle，“thecuretoldherhisdilemma，without，however，appearingtoattachmuchimportancetoit，forhebeganpraisingapreacherwhowasdoingwondersattheCathedral，andwhomalltheladieswererushingtohear。
　　Still，ifhedidnotaskforanyexplanation，others，lateron，mightprovelessdiscreet。Soshethoughtwelltogetdowneachtimeatthe“Croix-Rouge，“sothatthegoodfolkofhervillagewhosawheronthestairsshouldsuspectnothing。
　　Oneday，however，MonsieurLheureuxmethercomingoutoftheHoteldeBoulogneonLeon’sarm；andshewasfrightened，thinkinghewouldgossip。Hewasnotsuchafool。Butthreedaysafterhecametoherroom，shutthedoor，andsaid，“Imusthavesomemoney。“
　　Shedeclaredshecouldnotgivehimany。Lheureuxburstintolamentationsandremindedherofallthekindnesseshehadshownher。
　　Infact，ofthetwobillssignedbyCharles，Emmauptothepresenthadpaidonlyone。Astothesecond，theshopkeeper，atherrequest，hadconsentedtoreplaceitbyanother，whichagainhadbeenrenewedforalongdate。Thenhedrewfromhispocketalistofgoodsnotpaidfor；towit，thecurtains，thecarpet，thematerialforthearmchairs，severaldresses，anddiversarticlesofdress，thebillsforwhichamountedtoabouttwothousandfrancs。
　　Shebowedherhead。Hewenton——
　　“Butifyouhaven’tanyreadymoney，youhaveanestate。“AndheremindedherofamiserablelittlehovelsituatedatBarneville，nearAumale，thatbroughtinalmostnothing。IthadformerlybeenpartofasmallfarmsoldbyMonsieurBovarysenior；forLheureuxkneweverything，eventothenumberofacresandthenamesoftheneighbours。
　　“IfIwereinyourplace，“hesaid，“Ishouldclearmyselfofmydebts，andhavemoneyleftover。“
　　Shepointedoutthedifficultyofgettingapurchaser。Heheldoutthehopeoffindingone；butsheaskedhimhowsheshouldmanagetosellit。
　　“Haven’tyouyourpowerofattorney？“hereplied。
　　Thephrasecametoherlikeabreathoffreshair。“Leavemethebill，“saidEmma。
　　“Oh，itisn’tworthwhile，“answeredLheureux。
　　Hecamebackthefollowingweekandboastedofhaving，aftermuchtrouble，atlastdiscoveredacertainLanglois，who，foralongtime，hadhadaneyeontheproperty，butwithoutmentioninghisprice。
　　“Nevermindtheprice!“shecried。
　　Buttheywould，onthecontrary，havetowait，tosoundthefellow。Thethingwasworthajourney，and，asshecouldnotundertakeit，heofferedtogototheplacetohaveaninterviewwithLanglois。Onhisreturnheannouncedthatthepurchaserproposedfourthousandfrancs。
　　Emmawasradiantatthisnews。
　　“Frankly，“headded，“that’sagoodprice。“
　　Shedrewhalfthesumatonce，andwhenshewasabouttopayheraccounttheshopkeepersaid