“PerhapsitbelongstothepartyItookouttheotherday。Alotofjollyfolk，gentlemenandladies，withcakes，champagne，cornets——everythinginstyle!Therewasoneespecially，atallhandsomemanwithsmallmoustaches，whowasthatfunny!Andtheyallkeptsaying，’Nowtellussomething，Adolphe——Dolpe，’I
think。“
Sheshivered。
“Youareinpain？“askedLeon，comingclosertoher。
“Oh，it’snothing!Nodoubt，itisonlythenightair。“
“Andwhodoesn’twantforwomen，either，“softlyaddedthesailor，thinkinghewaspayingthestrangeracompliment。
Then，spittingonhishands，hetooktheoarsagain。
Yettheyhadtopart。Theadieuxweresad。HewastosendhisletterstoMereRollet，andshegavehimsuchpreciseinstructionsaboutadoubleenvelopethatheadmiredgreatlyheramorousastuteness。
“Soyoucanassuremeitisallright？“shesaidwithherlastkiss。
“Yes，certainly。“
“Butwhy，“hethoughtafterwardsashecamebackthroughthestreetsalone，“isshesoveryanxioustogetthispowerofattorney？“
ChapterFourLeonsoonputonanairofsuperioritybeforehiscomrades，avoidedtheircompany，andcompletelyneglectedhiswork。
Hewaitedforherletters；here-readthem；hewrotetoher。Hecalledhertomindwithallthestrengthofhisdesiresandofhismemories。Insteadoflesseningwithabsence，thislongingtoseeheragaingrew，sothatatlastonSaturdaymorningheescapedfromhisoffice。
When，fromthesummitofthehill，hesawinthevalleybelowthechurch-spirewithitstinflagswinginginthewind，hefeltthatdelightmingledwithtriumphantvanityandegoistictendernessthatmillionairesmustexperiencewhentheycomebacktotheirnativevillage。
Hewentramblingroundherhouse。Alightwasburninginthekitchen。Hewatchedforhershadowbehindthecurtains，butnothingappeared。
MereLefrancois，whenshesawhim，utteredmanyexclamations。Shethoughthe“hadgrownandwasthinner，“whileArtemise，onthecontrary，thoughthimstouteranddarker。
Hedinedinthelittleroomasofyore，butalone，withoutthetax-gatherer；forBinet，tiredofwaitingforthe“Hirondelle，“
haddefinitelyputforwardhismealonehour，andnowhedinedpunctuallyatfive，andyethedeclaredusuallythericketyoldconcern“waslate。“
Leon，however，madeuphismind，andknockedatthedoctor’sdoor。Madamewasinherroom，anddidnotcomedownforaquarterofanhour。Thedoctorseemeddelightedtoseehim，butheneverstirredoutthatevening，norallthenextday。
Hesawheraloneintheevening，verylate，behindthegardeninthelane；inthelane，asshehadtheotherone!Itwasastormynight，andtheytalkedunderanumbrellabylightningflashes。
Theirseparationwasbecomingintolerable。“Iwouldratherdie!“
saidEmma。Shewaswrithinginhisarms，weeping。“Adieu!adieu!
WhenshallIseeyouagain？“
Theycamebackagaintoembraceoncemore，anditwasthenthatshepromisedhimtofindsoon，bynomatterwhatmeans，aregularopportunityforseeingoneanotherinfreedomatleastonceaweek。Emmaneverdoubtedsheshouldbeabletodothis。Besides，shewasfullofhope。Somemoneywascomingtoher。
Onthestrengthofitsheboughtapairofyellowcurtainswithlargestripesforherroom，whosecheapnessMonsieurLheureuxhadcommended；shedreamedofgettingacarpet，andLheureux，declaringthatitwasn’t“drinkingthesea，“politelyundertooktosupplyherwithone。Shecouldnolongerdowithouthisservices。Twentytimesadayshesentforhim，andheatonceputbyhisbusinesswithoutamurmur。PeoplecouldnotunderstandeitherwhyMereRolletbreakfastedwithhereveryday，andevenpaidherprivatevisits。
Itwasaboutthistime，thatistosay，thebeginningofwinter，thatsheseemedseizedwithgreatmusicalfervour。
OneeveningwhenCharleswaslisteningtoher，shebeganthesamepiecefourtimesover，eachtimewithmuchvexation，whilehe，notnoticinganydifference，cried——
“Bravo!verygoodlYouarewrongtostop。Goon!“
“Oh，no；itisexecrable!Myfingersarequiterusty。“
Thenextdayhebeggedhertoplayhimsomethingagain。
“Verywell；topleaseyou!“
AndCharlesconfessedshehadgoneoffalittle。Sheplayedwrongnotesandblundered；then，stoppingshort——
“Ah!itisnouse。Ioughttotakesomelessons；but——“Shebitherlipsandadded，“Twentyfrancsalesson，that’stoodear!“
“Yes，soitis——rather，“saidCharles，gigglingstupidly。“Butitseemstomethatonemightbeabletodoitforless；forthereareartistsofnoreputation，andwhoareoftenbetterthanthecelebrities。“
“Findthem!“saidEmma。
Thenextdaywhenhecamehomehelookedathershyly，andatlastcouldnolongerkeepbackthewords。
“Howobstinateyouaresometimes!IwenttoBarfucheresto-day。
Well，MadameLiegardassuredmethatherthreeyoungladieswhoareatLaMisericordehavelessonsatfiftysousapiece，andthatfromanexcellentmistress!“
Sheshruggedhershouldersanddidnotopenherpianoagain。ButwhenshepassedbyitifBovarywerethere，shesighed——
“Ah!mypoorpiano!“
Andwhenanyonecametoseeher，shedidnotfailtoinformthemshehadgivenupmusic，andcouldnotbeginagainnowforimportantreasons。Thenpeoplecommiseratedher——
“Whatapity!shehadsomuchtalent!“
TheyevenspoketoBovaryaboutit。Theyputhimtoshame，andespeciallythechemist。
“Youarewrong。Oneshouldneverletanyofthefacultiesofnatureliefallow。Besides，justthink，mygoodfriend，thatbyinducingmadametostudy；youareeconomisingonthesubsequentmusicaleducationofyourchild。Formyownpart，Ithinkthatmothersoughtthemselvestoinstructtheirchildren。ThatisanideaofRousseau’s，stillrathernewperhaps，butthatwillendbytriumphing，Iamcertainofit，likemothersnursingtheirownchildrenandvaccination。“
SoCharlesreturnedoncemoretothisquestionofthepiano。Emmarepliedbitterlythatitwouldbebettertosellit。Thispoorpiano，thathadgivenhervanitysomuchsatisfaction——toseeitgowastoBovaryliketheindefinablesuicideofapartofherself。
“Ifyouliked，“hesaid，“alessonfromtimetotime，thatwouldn’tafterallbeveryruinous。“
“Butlessons，“shereplied，“areonlyofusewhenfollowedup。“
Andthusitwasshesetaboutobtainingherhusband’spermissiontogototownonceaweektoseeherlover。Attheendofamonthshewasevenconsideredtohavemadeconsiderableprogress。
ChapterFiveShewentonThursdays。Shegotupanddressedsilently，inordernottoawakenCharles，whowouldhavemaderemarksabouthergettingreadytooearly。Nextshewalkedupanddown，wenttothewindows，andlookedoutatthePlace。Theearlydawnwasbroadeningbetweenthepillarsofthemarket，andthechemist’sshop，withtheshuttersstillup，showedinthepalelightofthedawnthelargelettersofhissignboard。
Whentheclockpointedtoaquarterpastseven，shewentofftothe“Liond’Or，“whosedoorArtemiseopenedyawning。Thegirlthenmadeupthecoalscoveredbythecinders，andEmmaremainedaloneinthekitchen。Nowandagainshewentout。Hivertwasleisurelyharnessinghishorses，listening，moreover，toMereLefrancois，who，passingherheadandnightcapthroughagrating，wascharginghimwithcommissionsandgivinghimexplanationsthatwouldhaveconfusedanyoneelse。Emmakeptbeatingthesolesofherbootsagainstthepavementoftheyard。
Atlast，whenhehadeatenhissoup，putonhiscloak，lightedhispipe，andgraspedhiswhip，hecalmlyinstalledhimselfonhisseat。
The“Hirondelle“startedataslowtrot，andforaboutamilestoppedhereandtheretopickuppassengerswhowaitedforit，standingattheborderoftheroad，infrontoftheiryardgates。
Thosewhohadsecuredseatstheeveningbeforekeptitwaiting；
someevenwerestillinbedintheirhouses。Hivertcalled，shouted，swore；thenhegotdownfromhisseatandwentandknockedloudlyatthedoors。Thewindblewthroughthecrackedwindows。
Thefourseats，however，filledup。Thecarriagerolledoff；rowsofapple-treesfollowedoneuponanother，andtheroadbetweenitstwolongditches，fullofyellowwater，rose，constantlynarrowingtowardsthehorizon。
Emmaknewitfromendtoend；sheknewthatafterameadowtherewasasign-post，nextanelm，abarn，orthehutofalime-kilntender。Sometimeseven，inthehopeofgettingsomesurprise，sheshuthereyes，butsheneverlosttheclearperceptionofthedistancetobetraversed。