repliedMadameBovarysenior。
“Shewantstobeforcedtooccupyherselfwithsomemanualwork。
Ifshewereobliged，likesomanyothers，toearnherliving，shewouldn’thavethesevapours，thatcometoherfromalotofideasshestuffsintoherhead，andfromtheidlenessinwhichshelives。
Yetsheisalwaysbusy，“saidCharles。
“Ah!alwaysbusyatwhat？Readingnovels，badbooks，worksagainstreligion，andinwhichtheymockatpriestsinspeechestakenfromVoltaire。Butallthatleadsyoufarastray，mypoorchild。Anyonewhohasnoreligionalwaysendsbyturningoutbadly。“
SoitwasdecidedtostopEmmareadingnovels。Theenterprisedidnotseemeasy。Thegoodladyundertookit。Shewas，whenshepassedthroughRouen，togoherselftothelending-libraryandrepresentthatEmmahaddiscontinuedhersubscription。Wouldtheynothavearighttoapplytothepoliceifthelibrarianpersistedallthesameinhispoisonoustrade？Thefarewellsofmotheranddaughter-in-lawwerecold。Duringthethreeweeksthattheyhadbeentogethertheyhadnotexchangedhalf-a-dozenwordsapartfromtheinquiriesandphraseswhentheymetattableandintheeveningbeforegoingtobed。
MadameBovaryleftonaWednesday，themarket-dayatYonville。
ThePlacesincemorninghadbeenblockedbyarowofcarts，which，onendandtheirshaftsintheair，spreadallalongthelineofhousesfromthechurchtotheinn。Ontheothersidetherewerecanvasbooths，wherecottonchecks，blankets，andwoollenstockingsweresold，togetherwithharnessforhorses，andpacketsofblueribbon，whoseendsflutteredinthewind。Thecoarsehardwarewasspreadoutonthegroundbetweenpyramidsofeggsandhampersofcheeses，fromwhichstickystrawstuckout。
Nearthecorn-machinescluckinghenspassedtheirnecksthroughthebarsofflatcages。Thepeople，crowdinginthesameplaceandunwillingtomovethence，sometimesthreatenedtosmashtheshopfrontofthechemist。OnWednesdayshisshopwasneverempty，andthepeoplepushedinlesstobuydrugsthanforconsultations。SogreatwasHomais’reputationintheneighbouringvillages。Hisrobustaplombhadfascinatedtherustics。Theyconsideredhimagreaterdoctorthanallthedoctors。
Emmawasleaningoutatthewindow；shewasoftenthere。Thewindowintheprovincesreplacesthetheatreandthepromenade，shewasamusingherselfwithwatchingthecrowdofboorswhenshesawagentlemaninagreenvelvetcoat。Hehadonyellowgloves，althoughheworeheavygaiters；hewascomingtowardsthedoctor’shouse，followedbyapeasantwalkingwithabentheadandquiteathoughtfulair。
“CanIseethedoctor？“heaskedJustin，whowastalkingonthedoorstepswithFelicite，and，takinghimforaservantofthehouse——“TellhimthatMonsieurRodolpheBoulangerofLaHuchetteishere。“
Itwasnotfromterritorialvanitythatthenewarrivaladded“ofLaHuchette“tohisname，buttomakehimselfthebetterknown。
LaHuchette，infact，wasanestatenearYonville，wherehehadjustboughtthechateauandtwofarmsthathecultivatedhimself，without，however，troublingverymuchaboutthem。Helivedasabachelor，andwassupposedtohave“atleastfifteenthousandfrancsayear。“
Charlescameintotheroom。MonsieurBoulangerintroducedhisman，whowantedtobebledbecausehefelt“atinglingallover。“
“That’llpurgeme，“heurgedasanobjectiontoallreasoning。
SoBovaryorderedabandageandabasin，andaskedJustintoholdit。Thenaddressingthepeasant，whowasalreadypale——
“Don’tbeafraid，mylad。“
“No，no，sir，“saidtheother；“geton。“
Andwithanairofbravadoheheldouthisgreatarm。Attheprickofthelancetthebloodspurtedout，splashingagainstthelooking-glass。
“Holdthebasinnearer，“exclaimedCharles。
“Lor!“saidthepeasant，“onewouldswearitwasalittlefountainflowing。Howredmybloodis!That’sagoodsign，isn’tit？“
“Sometimes，“answeredthedoctor，“onefeelsnothingatfirst，andthensyncopesetsin，andmoreespeciallywithpeopleofstrongconstitutionlikethisman。“
Atthesewordstherusticletgothelancet-casehewastwistingbetweenhisfingers。Ashudderofhisshouldersmadethechair-backcreak。Hishatfelloff。
“Ithoughtasmuch，“saidBovary，pressinghisfingeronthevein。
ThebasinwasbeginningtotrembleinJustin’shands；hiskneesshook，heturnedpale。
“Emma!Emma!“calledCharles。
Withoneboundshecamedownthestaircase。
“Somevinegar，“hecried。“Odear!twoatonce!“
Andinhisemotionhecouldhardlyputonthecompress。
“Itisnothing，“saidMonsieurBoulangerquietly，takingJustininhisarms。Heseatedhimonthetablewithhisbackrestingagainstthewall。
MadameBovarybegantakingoffhiscravat。Thestringsofhisshirthadgotintoaknot，andshewasforsomeminutesmovingherlightfingersabouttheyoungfellow’sneck。Thenshepouredsomevinegaronhercambrichandkerchief；shemoistenedhistempleswithlittledabs，andthenblewuponthemsoftly。Theploughmanrevived，butJustin’ssyncopestilllasted，andhiseyeballsdisappearedinthepalescleroticslikeblueflowersinmilk。
“Wemusthidethisfromhim，“saidCharles。
MadameBovarytookthebasintoputitunderthetable。Withthemovementshemadeinbendingdown，herdressitwasasummerdresswithfourflounces，yellow，longinthewaistandwideintheskirtspreadoutaroundherontheflagsoftheroom；andasEmmastooping，staggeredalittleasshestretchedoutherarms。
Thestuffhereandtheregavewiththeinflectionsofherbust。
Thenshewenttofetchabottleofwater，andshewasmeltingsomepiecesofsugarwhenthechemistarrived。Theservanthadbeentofetchhiminthetumult。Seeinghispupil’seyesstaringhedrewalongbreath；thengoingaroundhimhelookedathimfromheadtofoot。
“Fool!“hesaid，“reallyalittlefool!Afoolinfourletters!A
phlebotomy’sabigaffair，isn’tit!Andafellowwhoisn’tafraidofanything；akindofsquirrel，justasheiswhoclimbstovertiginousheightstoshakedownnuts。Oh，yes!youjusttalktome，boastaboutyourself!Here’safinefitnessforpractisingpharmacylateron；forunderseriouscircumstancesyoumaybecalledbeforethetribunalsinordertoenlightenthemindsofthemagistrates，andyouwouldhavetokeepyourheadthen，toreason，showyourselfaman，orelsepassforanimbecile。“
Justindidnotanswer。Thechemistwenton——
“Whoaskedyoutocome？Youarealwayspesteringthedoctorandmadame。OnWednesday，moreover，yourpresenceisindispensabletome。Therearenowtwentypeopleintheshop。IlefteverythingbecauseoftheinterestItakeinyou。Come，getalong!Sharp!
Waitforme，andkeepaneyeonthejars。“
WhenJustin，whowasrearranginghisdress，hadgone，theytalkedforalittlewhileaboutfainting-fits。MadameBovaryhadneverfainted。
“Thatisextraordinaryforalady，“saidMonsieurBoulanger；“butsomepeopleareverysusceptible。Thusinaduel，Ihaveseenasecondloseconsciousnessatthemeresoundoftheloadingofpistols。“
“Formypart，“saidthechemist，“thesightofotherpeople’sblooddoesn’taffectmeatall，butthemerethoughtofmyownflowingwouldmakemefaintifIreflecteduponittoomuch。“
MonsieurBoulanger，however，dismissedhisservant，advisinghimtocalmhimself，sincehisfancywasover。
“Itprocuredmetheadvantageofmakingyouracquaintance，“headded，andhelookedatEmmaashesaidthis。Thenheputthreefrancsonthecornerofthetable，bowednegligently，andwentout。
HewassoonontheothersideoftheriverthiswashiswaybacktoLaHuchette，andEmmasawhiminthemeadow，walkingunderthepoplars，slackeninghispacenowandthenasonewhoreflects。
“Sheisverypretty，“hesaidtohimself；“sheisverypretty，thisdoctor’swife。Fineteeth，blackeyes，adaintyfoot，afigurelikeaParisienne’s。Wherethedevildoesshecomefrom？
Whereverdidthatfatfellowpickherup？“
MonsieurRodolpheBoulangerwasthirty-four；hewasofbrutaltemperamentandintelligentperspicacity，having，moreover，hadmuchtodowithwomen，andknowingthemwell。Thisonehadseemedprettytohim；sohewasthinkingaboutherandherhusband。
“Ithinkheisverystupid。Sheistiredofhim，nodoubt。Hehasdirtynails，andhasn’tshavedforthreedays。Whileheistrottingafterhispatients，shesitstherebotchingsocks。Andshegetsbored!Shewouldliketoliveintownanddancepolkaseveryevening。Poorlittlewoman!Sheisgapingafterlovelikeacarpafterwateronakitchen-table。Withthreewordsofgallantryshe’dadoreone，I’msureofit。She’dbetender，charming。Yes；buthowtogetridofherafterwards？“
Thenthedifficultiesoflove-makingseeninthedistancemadehimbycontrastthinkofhismistress。ShewasanactressatRouen，whomhekept；andwhenhehadponderedoverthisimage，withwhich，eveninremembrance，hewassatiated——
“Ah!MadameBovary，“hethought，“ismuchprettier，especiallyfresher。Virginieisdecidedlybeginningtogrowfat。Sheissofinikinaboutherpleasures；and，besides，shehasamaniaforprawns。“
Thefieldswereempty，andaroundhimRodolpheonlyheardtheregularbeatingofthegrassstrikingagainsthisboots，withacryofthegrasshopperhiddenatadistanceamongtheoats。HeagainsawEmmainherroom，dressedashehadseenher，andheundressedher。
“Oh，Iwillhaveher，“hecried，strikingablowwithhisstickataclodinfrontofhim。Andheatoncebegantoconsiderthepoliticalpartoftheenterprise。Heaskedhimself——
“Whereshallwemeet？Bywhatmeans？Weshallalwaysbehavingthebratonourhands，andtheservant，theneighbours，andhusband，allsortsofworries。Pshaw!onewouldlosetoomuchtimeoverit。“
Thenheresumed，“Shereallyhaseyesthatpierceone’sheartlikeagimlet。Andthatpalecomplexion!Iadorepalewomen!“
WhenhereachedthetopoftheArguielhillshehadmadeuphismind。“It’sonlyfindingtheopportunities。Well，Iwillcallinnowandthen。I’llsendthemvenison，poultry；I’llhavemyselfbled，ifneedbe。Weshallbecomefriends；I’llinvitethemtomyplace。ByJove!“addedhe，“there’stheagriculturalshowcomingon。She’llbethere。Ishallseeher。We’llbeginboldly，forthat’sthesurestway。“