Oftenherhusband，notingherpallor，askedifshewereunwell。
“No，“saidEmma。
“But，“hereplied，“youseemsostrangethisevening。“
“Oh，it’snothing!nothing!“
Therewereevendayswhenshehadnosoonercomeinthanshewentuptoherroom；andJustin，happeningtobethere，movedaboutnoiselessly，quickerathelpingherthanthebestofmaids。Heputthematchesready，thecandlestick，abook，arrangedhernightgown，turnedbackthebedclothes。
“Come!“saidshe，“thatwilldo。Nowyoucango。“
Forhestoodthere，hishandshangingdownandhiseyeswideopen，asifenmeshedintheinnumerablethreadsofasuddenreverie。
Thefollowingdaywasfrightful，andthosethatcameafterstillmoreunbearable，becauseofherimpatiencetoonceagainseizeherhappiness；anardentlust，inflamedbytheimagesofpastexperience，andthatburstforthfreelyontheseventhdaybeneathLeon’scaresses。Hisardourswerehiddenbeneathoutburstsofwonderandgratitude。Emmatastedthisloveinadiscreet，absorbedfashion，maintaineditbyalltheartificesofhertenderness，andtrembledalittlelestitshouldbelostlateron。
Sheoftensaidtohim，withhersweet，melancholyvoice——
“Ah!youtoo，youwillleaveme!Youwillmarry!Youwillbelikealltheothers。“
Heasked，“Whatothers？“
“Why，likeallmen，“shereplied。Thenadded，repulsinghimwithalanguidmovement——
“Youareallevil!“
Oneday，astheyweretalkingphilosophicallyofearthlydisillusions，toexperimentonhisjealousy，oryielding，perhaps，toanover-strongneedtopouroutherheart，shetoldhimthatformerly，beforehim，shehadlovedsomeone。
“Notlikeyou，“shewentonquickly，protestingbytheheadofherchildthat“nothinghadpassedbetweenthem。“
Theyoungmanbelievedher，butnonethelessquestionedhertofindoutwhathewas。
“Hewasaship’scaptain，mydear。“
Wasthisnotpreventinganyinquiry，and，atthesametime，assumingahighergroundthroughthispretendedfascinationexercisedoveramanwhomusthavebeenofwarlikenatureandaccustomedtoreceivehomage？
Theclerkthenfeltthelowlinessofhisposition；helongedforepaulettes，crosses，titles。Allthatwouldpleaseher——hegatheredthatfromherspendthrifthabits。
Emmaneverthelessconcealedmanyoftheseextravagantfancies，suchasherwishtohaveabluetilburytodriveintoRouen，drawnbyanEnglishhorseanddrivenbyagroomintop-boots。ItwasJustinwhohadinspiredherwiththiswhim，bybegginghertotakehimintoherserviceasvalet-de-chambre*，andiftheprivationofitdidnotlessenthepleasureofherarrivalateachrendezvous，itcertainlyaugmentedthebitternessofthereturn。
*Manservant。
Often，whentheytalkedtogetherofParis，sheendedbymurmuring，“Ah!howhappyweshouldbethere!“
“Arewenothappy？“gentlyansweredtheyoungmanpassinghishandsoverherhair。
“Yes，thatistrue，“shesaid。“Iammad。Kissme!“
Toherhusbandshewasmorecharmingthanever。Shemadehimpistachio-creams，andplayedhimwaltzesafterdinner。SohethoughthimselfthemostfortunateofmenandEmmawaswithoutuneasiness，when，oneeveningsuddenlyhesaid——
“ItisMademoiselleLempereur，isn’tit，whogivesyoulessons？“
“Yes。“
“Well，Isawherjustnow，“Charleswenton，“atMadameLiegeard’s。Ispoketoheraboutyou，andshedoesn’tknowyou。“
Thiswaslikeathunderclap。However，sherepliedquitenaturally——
“Ah!nodoubtsheforgotmyname。“
“Butperhaps，“saidthedoctor，“thereareseveralDemoisellesLempereuratRouenwhoaremusic-mistresses。“
“Possibly!“Thenquickly——“ButIhavemyreceiptshere。See!“
Andshewenttothewriting-table，ransackedallthedrawers，rummagedthepapers，andatlastlostherheadsocompletelythatCharlesearnestlybeggedhernottotakesomuchtroubleaboutthosewretchedreceipts。
“Oh，Iwillfindthem，“shesaid。
And，infact，onthefollowingFriday，asCharleswasputtingononeofhisbootsinthedarkcabinetwherehisclotheswerekept，hefeltapieceofpaperbetweentheleatherandhissock。Hetookitoutandread——
“Received，forthreemonths’lessonsandseveralpiecesofmusic，thesumofsixty-threefrancs——FelicieLempereur，professorofmusic。“
“Howthedevildiditgetintomyboots？“
“Itmust，“shereplied，“havefallenfromtheoldboxofbillsthatisontheedgeoftheshelf。“
>Fromthatmomentherexistencewasbutonelongtissueoflies，inwhichsheenvelopedherloveasinveilstohideit。Itwasawant，amania，apleasurecarriedtosuchanextentthatifshesaidshehadthedaybeforewalkedontherightsideofaroad，onemightknowshehadtakentheleft。
Onemorning，whenshehadgone，asusual，ratherlightlyclothed，itsuddenlybegantosnow，andasCharleswaswatchingtheweatherfromthewindow，hecaughtsightofMonsieurBournisieninthechaiseofMonsieurTuvache，whowasdrivinghimtoRouen。
ThenhewentdowntogivethepriestathickshawlthathewastohandovertoEmmaassoonashereachedthe“Croix-Rouge。“Whenhegottotheinn，MonsieurBournisienaskedforthewifeoftheYonvilledoctor。Thelandladyrepliedthatsheveryrarelycametoherestablishment。Sothatevening，whenherecognisedMadameBovaryinthe“Hirondelle，“thecuretoldherhisdilemma，without，however，appearingtoattachmuchimportancetoit，forhebeganpraisingapreacherwhowasdoingwondersattheCathedral，andwhomalltheladieswererushingtohear。
Still，ifhedidnotaskforanyexplanation，others，lateron，mightprovelessdiscreet。Soshethoughtwelltogetdowneachtimeatthe“Croix-Rouge，“sothatthegoodfolkofhervillagewhosawheronthestairsshouldsuspectnothing。
Oneday，however，MonsieurLheureuxmethercomingoutoftheHoteldeBoulogneonLeon’sarm；andshewasfrightened，thinkinghewouldgossip。Hewasnotsuchafool。Butthreedaysafterhecametoherroom，shutthedoor，andsaid，“Imusthavesomemoney。“
Shedeclaredshecouldnotgivehimany。Lheureuxburstintolamentationsandremindedherofallthekindnesseshehadshownher。
Infact，ofthetwobillssignedbyCharles，Emmauptothepresenthadpaidonlyone。Astothesecond，theshopkeeper，atherrequest，hadconsentedtoreplaceitbyanother，whichagainhadbeenrenewedforalongdate。Thenhedrewfromhispocketalistofgoodsnotpaidfor；towit，thecurtains，thecarpet，thematerialforthearmchairs，severaldresses，anddiversarticlesofdress，thebillsforwhichamountedtoabouttwothousandfrancs。
Shebowedherhead。Hewenton——
“Butifyouhaven’tanyreadymoney，youhaveanestate。“AndheremindedherofamiserablelittlehovelsituatedatBarneville，nearAumale，thatbroughtinalmostnothing。IthadformerlybeenpartofasmallfarmsoldbyMonsieurBovarysenior；forLheureuxkneweverything，eventothenumberofacresandthenamesoftheneighbours。
“IfIwereinyourplace，“hesaid，“Ishouldclearmyselfofmydebts，andhavemoneyleftover。“
Shepointedoutthedifficultyofgettingapurchaser。Heheldoutthehopeoffindingone；butsheaskedhimhowsheshouldmanagetosellit。
“Haven’tyouyourpowerofattorney？“hereplied。
Thephrasecametoherlikeabreathoffreshair。“Leavemethebill，“saidEmma。
“Oh，itisn’tworthwhile，“answeredLheureux。
Hecamebackthefollowingweekandboastedofhaving，aftermuchtrouble，atlastdiscoveredacertainLanglois，who，foralongtime，hadhadaneyeontheproperty，butwithoutmentioninghisprice。
“Nevermindtheprice!“shecried。
Buttheywould，onthecontrary，havetowait，tosoundthefellow。Thethingwasworthajourney，and，asshecouldnotundertakeit，heofferedtogototheplacetohaveaninterviewwithLanglois。Onhisreturnheannouncedthatthepurchaserproposedfourthousandfrancs。
Emmawasradiantatthisnews。
“Frankly，“headded，“that’sagoodprice。“
Shedrewhalfthesumatonce，andwhenshewasabouttopayheraccounttheshopkeepersaid