Bovarywassearchingatthebottomofhispurseforacentime，andwithoutappearingtounderstandalltherewasofhumiliationforhiminthemerepresenceofthisman，whostoodtherelikeapersonifiedreproachtohisincurableincapacity。
“Hallo!you’veaprettybouquet，“hesaid，noticingLeon’svioletsonthechimney。
“Yes，“sherepliedindifferently；“it’sabouquetIboughtjustnowfromabeggar。“
Charlespickeduptheflowers，andfresheninghiseyes，redwithtears，againstthem，smeltthemdelicately。
Shetookthemquicklyfromhishandandputtheminaglassofwater。
ThenextdayMadameBovaryseniorarrived。Sheandhersonweptmuch。Emma，onthepretextofgivingorders，disappeared。Thefollowingdaytheyhadatalkoverthemourning。Theywentandsatdownwiththeirworkboxesbythewatersideunderthearbour。
Charleswasthinkingofhisfather，andwassurprisedtofeelsomuchaffectionforthisman，whomtillthenhehadthoughthecaredlittleabout。MadameBovaryseniorwasthinkingofherhusband。Theworstdaysofthepastseemedenviabletoher。Allwasforgottenbeneaththeinstinctiveregretofsuchalonghabit，andfromtimetotimewhilstshesewed，abigtearrolledalonghernoseandhungsuspendedthereamoment。Emmawasthinkingthatitwasscarcelyforty-eighthourssincetheyhadbeentogether，farfromtheworld，allinafrenzyofjoy，andnothavingeyesenoughtogazeuponeachother。Shetriedtorecalltheslightestdetailsofthatpastday。Butthepresenceofherhusbandandmother-in-lawworriedher。Shewouldhavelikedtohearnothing，toseenothing，soasnottodisturbthemeditationonherlove，that，dowhatshewould，becamelostinexternalsensations。
Shewasunpickingtheliningofadress，andthestripswerescatteredaroundher。MadameBovaryseniorwasplyingherscissorwithoutlookingup，andCharles，inhislistslippersandhisoldbrownsurtoutthatheusedasadressing-gown，satwithbothhandsinhispockets，anddidnotspeakeither；nearthemBerthe，inalittlewhitepinafore，wasrakingsandinthewalkswithherspade。SuddenlyshesawMonsieurLheureux，thelinendraper，comeinthroughthegate。
Hecametoofferhisservices“underthesadcircumstances。“Emmaansweredthatshethoughtshecoulddowithout。Theshopkeeperwasnottobebeaten。
“Ibegyourpardon，“hesaid，“butIshouldliketohaveaprivatetalkwithyou。“Theninalowvoice，“It’saboutthataffair——youknow。“
Charlescrimsonedtohisears。“Oh，yes!certainly。“Andinhisconfusion，turningtohiswife，“Couldn’tyou，mydarling？“
Sheseemedtounderstandhim，forsherose；andCharlessaidtohismother，“Itisnothingparticular。Nodoubt，somehouseholdtrifle。“Hedidnotwanthertoknowthestoryofthebill，fearingherreproaches。
Assoonastheywerealone，MonsieurLheureuxinsufficientlycleartermsbegantocongratulateEmmaontheinheritance，thentotalkofindifferentmatters，oftheespaliers，oftheharvest，andofhisownhealth，whichwasalwaysso-so，alwayshavingupsanddowns。Infact，hehadtoworkdevilishhard，althoughhedidn’tmakeenough，inspiteofallpeoplesaid，tofindbutterforhisbread。
Emmalethimtalkon。Shehadboredherselfsoprodigiouslythelasttwodays。
“Andsoyou’requitewellagain？“hewenton。“Mafoi!Isawyourhusbandinasadstate。He’sagoodfellow，thoughwedidhavealittlemisunderstanding。“
Sheaskedwhatmisunderstanding，forCharleshadsaidnothingofthedisputeaboutthegoodssuppliedtoher。
“Why，youknowwellenough，“criedLheureux。“Itwasaboutyourlittlefancies——thetravellingtrunks。“
Hehaddrawnhishatoverhiseyes，and，withhishandsbehindhisback，smilingandwhistling，helookedstraightatherinanunbearablemanner。Didhesuspectanything？
Shewaslostinallkindsofapprehensions。Atlast，however，hewenton——
“Wemadeitup，allthesame，andI’vecomeagaintoproposeanotherarrangement。“
ThiswastorenewthebillBovaryhadsigned。Thedoctor，ofcourse，woulddoashepleased；hewasnottotroublehimself，especiallyjustnow，whenhewouldhavealotofworry。“Andhewoulddobettertogiveitovertosomeoneelse——toyou，forexample。Withapowerofattorneyitcouldbeeasilymanaged，andthenweyouandIwouldhaveourlittlebusinesstransactionstogether。“
Shedidnotunderstand。Hewassilent。Then，passingtohistrade，Lheureuxdeclaredthatmadamemustrequiresomething。Hewouldsendherablackbarege，twelveyards，justenoughtomakeagown。
“Theoneyou’veonisgoodenoughforthehouse，butyouwantanotherforcalls。IsawthattheverymomentthatIcamein。
I’vetheeyeofanAmerican!“
Hedidnotsendthestuff；hebroughtit。Thenhecameagaintomeasureit；hecameagainonotherpretexts，alwaystryingtomakehimselfagreeable，useful，“enfeoffinghimself，“asHomaiswouldhavesaid，andalwaysdroppingsomehinttoEmmaaboutthepowerofattorney。Henevermentionedthebill；shedidnotthinkofit。Charles，atthebeginningofherconvalescence，hadcertainlysaidsomethingaboutittoher，butsomanyemotionshadpassedthroughherheadthatshenolongerrememberedit。
Besides，shetookcarenottotalkofanymoneyquestions。MadameBovaryseemedsurprisedatthis，andattributedthechangeinherwaystothereligioussentimentsshehadcontractedduringherillness。
Butassoonasshewasgone，EmmagreatlyastoundedBovarybyherpracticalgoodsense。Itwouldbenecessarytomakeinquiries，tolookintomortgages，andseeiftherewereanyoccasionforasalebyauctionoraliquidation。Shequotedtechnicaltermscasually，pronouncedthegrandwordsoforder，thefuture，foresight，andconstantlyexaggeratedthedifficultiesofsettlinghisfather’saffairssomuch，thatatlastonedaysheshowedhimtheroughdraftofapowerofattorneytomanageandadministerhisbusiness，arrangeallloans，signandendorseallbills，payallsums，etc。ShehadprofitedbyLheureux’slessons。
Charlesnaivelyaskedherwherethispapercamefrom。
“MonsieurGuillaumin“；andwiththeutmostcoolnesssheadded，“I
don’ttrusthimovermuch。Notarieshavesuchabadreputation。
Perhapsweoughttoconsult——weonlyknow——noone。“
“UnlessLeon——“repliedCharles，whowasreflecting。Butitwasdifficulttoexplainmattersbyletter。Thensheofferedtomakethejourney，buthethankedher。Sheinsisted。Itwasquiteacontestofmutualconsideration。Atlastshecriedwithaffectedwaywardness——
“No，Iwillgo!“
“Howgoodyouare!“hesaid，kissingherforehead。
Thenextmorningshesetoutinthe“Hirondelle“togotoRouentoconsultMonsieurLeon，andshestayedtherethreedays。
ChapterThreeTheywerethreefull，exquisitedays——atruehoneymoon。TheywereattheHotel-de-Boulogne，ontheharbour；andtheylivedthere，withdrawnblindsandcloseddoors，withflowersonthefloor，andicedsyrupswerebroughtthemearlyinthemorning。
Towardseveningtheytookacoveredboatandwenttodineononeoftheislands。Itwasthetimewhenonehearsbythesideofthedockyardthecaulking-malletssoundingagainstthehullofvessels。Thesmokeofthetarroseupbetweenthetrees；therewerelargefattydropsonthewater，undulatinginthepurplecolourofthesun，likefloatingplaquesofFlorentinebronze。
Theyroweddowninthemidstofmooredboats，whoselongobliquecablesgrazedlightlyagainstthebottomoftheboat。Thedinofthetowngraduallygrewdistant；therollingofcarriages，thetumultofvoices，theyelpingofdogsonthedecksofvessels。
Shetookoffherbonnet，andtheylandedontheirisland。
Theysatdowninthelow-ceilingedroomofatavern，atwhosedoorhungblacknets。Theyatefriedsmelts，creamandcherries。
Theylaydownuponthegrass；theykissedbehindthepoplars；andtheywouldfain，liketwoRobinsons，havelivedforeverinthislittleplace，whichseemedtothemintheirbeatitudethemostmagnificentonearth。Itwasnotthefirsttimethattheyhadseentrees，abluesky，meadows；thattheyhadheardthewaterflowingandthewindblowingintheleaves；but，nodoubt，theyhadneveradmiredallthis，asifNaturehadnotexistedbefore，orhadonlybeguntobebeautifulsincethegratificationoftheirdesires。
Atnighttheyreturned。Theboatglidedalongtheshoresoftheislands。Theysatatthebottom，bothhiddenbytheshade，insilence。Thesquareoarsrangintheironthwarts，and，inthestillness，seemedtomarktime，likethebeatingofametronome，whileatthesterntherudderthattrailedbehindneverceaseditsgentlesplashagainstthewater。
Oncethemoonrose；theydidnotfailtomakefinephrases，findingtheorbmelancholyandfullofpoetry。Sheevenbegantosing——
“Onenight，doyouremember，weweresailing，“etc。
Hermusicalbutweakvoicediedawayalongthewaves，andthewindscarriedoffthetrillsthatLeonheardpassliketheflappingofwingsabouthim。
Shewasoppositehim，leaningagainstthepartitionoftheshallop，throughoneofwhoseraisedblindsthemoonstreamedin。
Herblackdress，whosedraperyspreadoutlikeafan，madeherseemmoreslender，taller。Herheadwasraised，herhandsclasped，hereyesturnedtowardsheaven。Attimestheshadowofthewillowshidhercompletely；thenshereappearedsuddenly，likeavisioninthemoonlight。
Leon，onthefloorbyherside，foundunderhishandaribbonofscarletsilk。Theboatmanlookedatit，andatlastsaid