TheywereinbedwhenMonsieurHomais，inspiteoftheservant，suddenlyenteredtheroom，holdinginhishandasheetofpaperjustwritten。Itwastheparagraphheintendedforthe“FanaldeRouen。“Hebroughtitforthemtoread。
“Readityourself，“saidBovary。
Heread——
“’DespitetheprejudicesthatstillinvestapartofthefaceofEuropelikeanet，thelightneverthelessbeginstopenetrateourcountryplaces。ThusonTuesdayourlittletownofYonvillefounditselfthesceneofasurgicaloperationwhichisatthesametimean，actofloftiestphilanthropy。MonsieurBovary，oneofour，mostdistinguishedpractitioners——’“
“Oh，thatistoomuch!toomuch!“saidCharles，chokingwithemotion。