Accept，then，here，thehomageofmygratitude，which，howgreatsoeveritis，willneverattaintheheightofyoureloquenceandyourdevotion。
Wewereinclasswhenthehead-mastercamein，followedbya“newfellow，“notwearingtheschooluniform，andaschoolservantcarryingalargedesk。Thosewhohadbeenasleepwokeup，andeveryoneroseasifjustsurprisedathiswork。
Thehead-mastermadeasigntoustositdown。Then，turningtotheclass-master，hesaidtohiminalowvoice——
“MonsieurRoger，hereisapupilwhomIrecommendtoyourcare；
he’llbeinthesecond。Ifhisworkandconductaresatisfactory，hewillgointooneoftheupperclasses，asbecomeshisage。“
The“newfellow，“standinginthecornerbehindthedoorsothathecouldhardlybeseen，wasacountryladofaboutfifteen，andtallerthananyofus。Hishairwascutsquareonhisforeheadlikeavillagechorister’s；helookedreliable，butveryillatease。Althoughhewasnotbroad-shouldered，hisshortschooljacketofgreenclothwithblackbuttonsmusthavebeentightaboutthearm-holes，andshowedattheopeningofthecuffsredwristsaccustomedtobeingbare。Hislegs，inbluestockings，lookedoutfrombeneathyellowtrousers，drawntightbybraces，Heworestout，ill-cleaned，hob-nailedboots。
Webeganrepeatingthelesson。Helistenedwithallhisears，asattentiveasifatasermon，notdaringeventocrosshislegsorleanonhiselbow；andwhenattwoo’clockthebellrang，themasterwasobligedtotellhimtofallintolinewiththerestofus。
Whenwecamebacktowork，wewereinthehabitofthrowingourcapsonthegroundsoastohaveourhandsmorefree；weusedfromthedoortotossthemundertheform，sothattheyhitagainstthewallandmadealotofdust：itwas“thething。“
But，whetherhehadnotnoticedthetrick，ordidnotdaretoattemptit，the“newfellow，“wasstillholdinghiscaponhiskneesevenafterprayerswereover。Itwasoneofthosehead-gearsofcompositeorder，inwhichwecanfindtracesofthebearskin，shako，billycockhat，sealskincap，andcottonnight-cap；oneofthosepoorthings，infine，whosedumbuglinesshasdepthsofexpression，likeanimbecile’sface。Oval，stiffenedwithwhalebone，itbeganwiththreeroundknobs；thencameinsuccessionlozengesofvelvetandrabbit-skinseparatedbyaredband；afterthatasortofbagthatendedinacardboardpolygoncoveredwithcomplicatedbraiding，fromwhichhung，attheendofalongthincord，smalltwistedgoldthreadsinthemannerofatassel。Thecapwasnew；itspeakshone。
“Rise，“saidthemaster。
Hestoodup；hiscapfell。Thewholeclassbegantolaugh。Hestoopedtopickitup。Aneighborknockeditdownagainwithhiselbow；hepickedituponcemore。
“Getridofyourhelmet，“saidthemaster，whowasabitofawag。
Therewasaburstoflaughterfromtheboys，whichsothoroughlyputthepoorladoutofcountenancethathedidnotknowwhethertokeephiscapinhishand，leaveitontheground，orputitonhishead。Hesatdownagainandplaceditonhisknee。
“Rise，“repeatedthemaster，“andtellmeyourname。“
Thenewboyarticulatedinastammeringvoiceanunintelligiblename。
“Again!“
Thesamesputteringofsyllableswasheard，drownedbythetitteringoftheclass。
“Louder!“criedthemaster；“louder!“
The“newfellow“thentookasupremeresolution，openedaninordinatelylargemouth，andshoutedatthetopofhisvoiceasifcallingsomeoneintheword“Charbovari。“
Ahubbubbrokeout，roseincrescendowithburstsofshrillvoicestheyyelled，barked，stamped，repeated“Charbovari!
Charbovari“，thendiedawayintosinglenotes，growingquieteronlywithgreatdifficulty，andnowandagainsuddenlyrecommencingalongthelineofaformwhencerosehereandthere，likeadampcrackergoingoff，astifledlaugh。
However，amidarainofimpositions，orderwasgraduallyre-establishedintheclass；andthemasterhavingsucceededincatchingthenameof“CharlesBovary，“havinghaditdictatedtohim，speltout，andre-read，atonceorderedthepoordeviltogoandsitdownonthepunishmentformatthefootofthemaster’sdesk。Hegotup，butbeforegoinghesitated。
“Whatareyoulookingfor？“askedthemaster。
“Myc-a-p，“timidlysaidthe“newfellow，“castingtroubledlooksroundhim。
“Fivehundredlinesforalltheclass!“shoutedinafuriousvoicestopped，liketheQuosego*，afreshoutburst。“Silence!“
continuedthemasterindignantly，wipinghisbrowwithhishandkerchief，whichhehadjusttakenfromhiscap。“Astoyou，’newboy，’youwillconjugate’ridiculussum’**twentytimes。“
Then，inagentlertone，“Come，you’llfindyourcapagain；ithasn’tbeenstolen。“
*AquotationfromtheAeneidsignifyingathreat。
**Iamridiculous。
Quietwasrestored。Headsbentoverdesks，andthe“newfellow“
remainedfortwohoursinanexemplaryattitude，althoughfromtimetotimesomepaperpelletflippedfromthetipofapencamebanginhisface。Buthewipedhisfacewithonehandandcontinuedmotionless，hiseyeslowered。
Intheevening，atpreparation，hepulledouthispensfromhisdesk，arrangedhissmallbelongings，andcarefullyruledhispaper。Wesawhimworkingconscientiously，lookingupeverywordinthedictionary，andtakingthegreatestpains。Thanks，nodoubt，tothewillingnessheshowed，hehadnottogodowntotheclassbelow。Butthoughheknewhisrulespassably，hehadlittlefinishincomposition。ItwasthecureofhisvillagewhohadtaughthimhisfirstLatin；hisparents，frommotivesofeconomy，havingsenthimtoschoolaslateaspossible。
Hisfather，MonsieurCharlesDenisBartolomeBovary，retiredassistant-surgeon-major，compromisedabout1812incertainconscriptionscandals，andforcedatthistimetoleavetheservice，hadtakenadvantageofhisfinefiguretogetholdofadowryofsixtythousandfrancsthatofferedinthepersonofahosier’sdaughterwhohadfalleninlovewithhisgoodlooks。A
fineman，agreattalker，makinghisspursringashewalked，wearingwhiskersthatranintohismoustache，hisfingersalwaysgarnishedwithringsanddressedinloudcolours，hehadthedashofamilitarymanwiththeeasygoofacommercialtraveller。
Oncemarried，helivedforthreeorfouryearsonhiswife’sfortune，diningwell，risinglate，smokinglongporcelainpipes，notcominginatnighttillafterthetheatre，andhauntingcafes。Thefather-in-lawdied，leavinglittle；hewasindignantatthis，“wentinforthebusiness，“lostsomemoneyinit，thenretiredtothecountry，wherehethoughthewouldmakemoney。
But，asheknewnomoreaboutfarmingthancalico，asherodehishorsesinsteadofsendingthemtoplough，drankhisciderinbottleinsteadofsellingitincask，atethefinestpoultryinhisfarmyard，andgreasedhishunting-bootswiththefatofhispigs，hewasnotlonginfindingoutthathewoulddobettertogiveupallspeculation。
FortwohundredfrancsayearhemanagedtoliveontheborderoftheprovincesofCauxandPicardy，inakindofplacehalffarm，halfprivatehouse；andhere，soured，eatenupwithregrets，cursinghisluck，jealousofeveryone，heshuthimselfupattheageofforty-five，sickofmen，hesaid，anddeterminedtoliveatpeace。
Hiswifehadadoredhimonceonatime；shehadboredhimwithathousandservilitiesthathadonlyestrangedhimthemore。Livelyonce，expansiveandaffectionate，ingrowingoldershehadbecomeafterthefashionofwinethat，exposedtoair，turnstovinegarill-tempered，grumbling，irritable。Shehadsufferedsomuchwithoutcomplaintatfirst，untilshehadseemhimgoingafterallthevillagedrabs，anduntilascoreofbadhousessenthimbacktoheratnight，weary，stinkingdrunk。Thenherpriderevolted。Afterthatshewassilent，buryingherangerinadumbstoicismthatshemaintainedtillherdeath。Shewasconstantlygoingaboutlookingafterbusinessmatters。Shecalledonthelawyers，thepresident，rememberedwhenbillsfelldue，gotthemrenewed，andathomeironed，sewed，washed，lookedaftertheworkmen，paidtheaccounts，whilehe，troublinghimselfaboutnothing，eternallybesottedinsleepysulkiness，whenceheonlyrousedhimselftosaydisagreeablethingstoher，satsmokingbythefireandspittingintothecinders。
Whenshehadachild，ithadtobesentouttonurse。Whenhecamehome，theladwasspoiltasifhewereaprince。Hismotherstuffedhimwithjam；hisfatherlethimrunaboutbarefoot，and，playingthephilosopher，evensaidhemightaswellgoaboutquitenakedliketheyoungofanimals。Asopposedtothematernalideas，hehadacertainvirileideaofchildhoodonwhichhesoughttomouldhisson，wishinghimtobebroughtuphardily，likeaSpartan，togivehimastrongconstitution。Hesenthimtobedwithoutanyfire，taughthimtodrinkofflargedraughtsofrumandtojeeratreligiousprocessions。But，peaceablebynature，theladansweredonlypoorlytohisnotions。Hismotheralwayskepthimnearher；shecutoutcardboardforhim，toldhimtales，entertainedhimwithendlessmonologuesfullofmelancholygaietyandcharmingnonsense。Inherlife’sisolationshecenteredonthechild’sheadallhershattered，brokenlittlevanities。Shedreamedofhighstation；shealreadysawhim，tall，handsome，clever，settledasanengineerorinthelaw。Shetaughthimtoread，andeven，onanoldpiano，shehadtaughthimtwoorthreelittlesongs。ButtoallthisMonsieurBovary，caringlittleforletters，said，“Itwasnotworthwhile。Wouldtheyeverhavethemeanstosendhimtoapublicschool，tobuyhimapractice，orstarthiminbusiness？Besides，withcheekamanalwaysgetsonintheworld。“MadameBovarybitherlips，andthechildknockedaboutthevillage。
Hewentafterthelabourers，droveawaywithclodsofearththeravensthatwereflyingabout。Heateblackberriesalongthehedges，mindedthegeesewithalongswitch，wenthaymakingduringharvest，ranaboutinthewoods，playedhop-scotchunderthechurchporchonrainydays，andatgreatfetesbeggedthebeadletolethimtollthebells，thathemighthangallhisweightonthelongropeandfeelhimselfborneupwardbyitinitsswing。Meanwhilehegrewlikeanoak；hewasstrongonhand，freshofcolour。
Whenhewastwelveyearsoldhismotherhadherownway；hebeganlessons。Thecuretookhiminhand；butthelessonsweresoshortandirregularthattheycouldnotbeofmuchuse。Theyweregivenatsparemomentsinthesacristy，standingup，hurriedly，betweenabaptismandaburial；orelsethecure，ifhehadnottogoout，sentforhispupilaftertheAngelus*。Theywentuptohisroomandsettleddown；thefliesandmothsflutteredroundthecandle。Itwasclose，thechildfellasleep，andthegoodman，beginningtodozewithhishandsonhisstomach，wassoonsnoringwithhismouthwideopen。Onotheroccasions，whenMonsieurleCure，onhiswaybackafteradministeringtheviaticumtosomesickpersonintheneighbourhood，caughtsightofCharlesplayingaboutthefields，hecalledhim，lecturedhimforaquarterofanhourandtookadvantageoftheoccasiontomakehimconjugatehisverbatthefootofatree。Theraininterruptedthemoranacquaintancepassed。Allthesamehewasalwayspleasedwithhim，andevensaidthe“youngman“hadaverygoodmemory。