Unconsciously，Leon，whiletalking，hadplacedhisfootononeofthebarsofthechaironwhichMadameBovarywassitting。Sheworeasmallbluesilknecktie，thatkeptuplikearuffagaufferedcambriccollar，andwiththemovementsofherheadthelowerpartofherfacegentlysunkintothelinenorcameoutfromit。Thussidebyside，whileCharlesandthechemistchatted，theyenteredintooneofthosevagueconversationswherethehazardofallthatissaidbringsyoubacktothefixedcentreofacommonsympathy。TheParistheatres，titlesofnovels，newquadrilles，andtheworldtheydidnotknow；Tostes，whereshehadlived，andYonville，wheretheywere；theyexaminedall，talkedofeverythingtilltotheendofdinner。
WhencoffeewasservedFelicitewentawaytogetreadytheroominthenewhouse，andtheguestssoonraisedthesiege。MadameLefrancoiswasasleepnearthecinders，whilethestable-boy，lanterninhand，waswaitingtoshowMonsieurandMadameBovarythewayhome。Bitsofstrawstuckinhisredhair，andhelimpedwithhisleftleg。Whenhehadtakeninhisotherhandthecure’sumbrella，theystarted。
Thetownwasasleep；thepillarsofthemarketthrewgreatshadows；theearthwasallgreyasonasummer’snight。Butasthedoctor’shousewasonlysomefiftypacesfromtheinn，theyhadtosaygood-nightalmostimmediately，andthecompanydispersed。
Assoonassheenteredthepassage，Emmafeltthecoldoftheplasterfallabouthershoulderslikedamplinen。Thewallswerenewandthewoodenstairscreaked。Intheirbedroom，onthefirstfloor，awhitishlightpassedthroughthecurtainlesswindows。
Shecouldcatchglimpsesoftreetops，andbeyond，thefields，half-drownedinthefogthatlayreekinginthemoonlightalongthecourseoftheriver。Inthemiddleoftheroom，pell-mell，werescattereddrawers，bottles，curtain-rods，giltpoles，withmattressesonthechairsandbasinsontheground——thetwomenwhohadbroughtthefurniturehadlefteverythingaboutcarelessly。