Bovarywasfaraway。Hewaswalkingwithgreatstridesalongbythewall，neartheespalier，andhegroundhisteeth；heraisedtoheavenlooksofmalediction，butnotsomuchasaleafstirred。
Afinerainwasfalling：Charles，whosechestwasbare，atlastbegantoshiver；hewentinandsatdowninthekitchen。
Atsixo’clockanoiselikeaclatterofoldironwasheardonthePlace；itwasthe“Hirondelle“comingin，andheremainedwithhisforeheadagainstthewindowpane，watchingallthepassengersgetout，oneaftertheother。Feliciteputdownamattressforhiminthedrawing-room。Hethrewhimselfuponitandfellasleep。
Althoughaphilosopher，MonsieurHomaisrespectedthedead。SobearingnogrudgetopoorCharles，hecamebackagainintheeveningtositupwiththebody；bringingwithhimthreevolumesandapocket-bookfortakingnotes。
MonsieurBournisienwasthere，andtwolargecandleswereburningattheheadofthebed，thathadbeentakenoutofthealcove。
Thedruggist，onwhomthesilenceweighed，wasnotlongbeforehebeganformulatingsomeregretsaboutthis“unfortunateyoungwoman。“andthepriestrepliedthattherewasnothingtodonowbutprayforher。
“Yet，“Homaiswenton，“oneoftwothings；eithershediedinastateofgraceastheChurchhasit，andthenshehasnoneedofourprayers；orelseshedepartedimpertinentthatis，I
believe，theecclesiasticalexpression，andthen——“
Bournisieninterruptedhim，replyingtestilythatitwasnonethelessnecessarytopray。
“But，“objectedthechemist，“sinceGodknowsallourneeds，whatcanbethegoodofprayer？“
“What!“criedtheecclesiastic，“prayer!Why，aren’tyouaChristian？“
“Excuseme，“saidHomais；“IadmireChristianity。Tobeginwith，itenfranchisedtheslaves，introducedintotheworldamorality——“
“Thatisn’tthequestion。Allthetexts-“
“Oh!oh!Astotexts，lookathistory；it，isknownthatallthetextshavebeenfalsifiedbytheJesuits。“
Charlescamein，andadvancingtowardsthebed，slowlydrewthecurtains。
Emma’sheadwasturnedtowardsherrightshoulder，thecornerofhermouth，whichwasopen，seemedlikeablackholeatthelowerpartofherface；hertwothumbswerebentintothepalmsofherhands；akindofwhitedustbesprinkledherlashes，andhereyeswerebeginningtodisappearinthatviscouspallorthatlookslikeathinweb，asifspidershadspunitover。Thesheetsunkinfromherbreasttoherknees，andthenroseatthetipsofhertoes，anditseemedtoCharlesthatinfinitemasses，anenormousload，wereweighinguponher。
Thechurchclockstrucktwo。Theycouldheartheloudmurmuroftheriverflowinginthedarknessatthefootoftheterrace。
MonsieurBournisienfromtimetotimeblewhisnosenoisily，andHomais’penwasscratchingoverthepaper。
“Come，mygoodfriend，“hesaid，“withdraw；thisspectacleistearingyoutopieces。“
Charlesoncegone，thechemistandthecurerecommencedtheirdiscussions。
“ReadVoltaire，“saidtheone，“readD’Holbach，readthe’Encyclopaedia’!“
“Readthe’LettersofsomePortugueseJews，’“saidtheother；
“read’TheMeaningofChristianity，’byNicolas，formerlyamagistrate。“
Theygrewwarm，theygrewred，theybothtalkedatoncewithoutlisteningtoeachother。Bournisienwasscandalizedatsuchaudacity；Homaismarvelledatsuchstupidity；andtheywereonthepointofinsultingoneanotherwhenCharlessuddenlyreappeared。Afascinationdrewhim。Hewascontinuallycomingupstairs。
Hestoodoppositeher，thebettertoseeher，andhelosthimselfinacontemplationsodeepthatitwasnolongerpainful。
Herecalledstoriesofcatalepsy，themarvelsofmagnetism，andhesaidtohimselfthatbywillingitwithallhisforcehemightperhapssucceedinrevivingher。Onceheevenbenttowardshe，andcriedinalowvoice，“Emma!Emma!“Hisstrongbreathingmadetheflamesofthecandlestrembleagainstthewall。
AtdaybreakMadameBovaryseniorarrived。Charlesasheembracedherburstintoanotherfloodoftears。Shetried，asthechemisthaddone，tomakesomeremarkstohimontheexpensesofthefuneral。Hebecamesoangrythatshewassilent，andheevencommissionedhertogototownatonceandbuywhatwasnecessary。
Charlesremainedalonethewholeafternoon；theyhadtakenBerthetoMadameHomais’；FelicitewasintheroomupstairswithMadameLefrancois。
Intheeveninghehadsomevisitors。Herose，pressedtheirhands，unabletospeak。Thentheysatdownnearoneanother，andformedalargesemicircleinfrontofthefire。Withloweredfaces，andswingingonelegcrossedovertheotherknee，theyuttereddeepsighsatintervals；eachonewasinordinatelybored，andyetnonewouldbethefirsttogo。
Homais，whenhereturnedatnineo’clockforthelasttwodaysonlyHomaisseemedtohavebeenonthePlace，wasladenwithastockofcamphor，ofbenzine，andaromaticherbs。Healsocarriedalargejarfullofchlorinewater，tokeepoffallmiasmata。
Justthentheservant，MadameLefrancois，andMadameBovaryseniorwerebusyaboutEmma，finishingdressingher，andtheyweredrawingdownthelongstiffveilthatcoveredhertohersatinshoes。
Felicitewassobbing——“Ah!mypoormistress!mypoormistress!“
“Lookather，“saidthelandlady，sighing；“howprettyshestillis!Now，couldn’tyouswearshewasgoingtogetupinaminute？“
Thentheybentoverhertoputonherwreath。Theyhadtoraisetheheadalittle，andarushofblackliquidissued，asifshewerevomiting，fromhermouth。
“Oh，goodness!Thedress；takecare!“criedMadameLefrancois。
“Now，justcomeandhelp，“shesaidtothechemist。“Perhapsyou’reafraid？“
“Iafraid？“repliedhe，shrugginghisshoulders。“Idaresay!
I’veseenallsortsofthingsatthehospitalwhenIwasstudyingpharmacy。Weusedtomakepunchinthedissectingroom!
Nothingnessdoesnotterrifyaphilosopher；and，asIoftensay，Ievenintendtoleavemybodytothehospitals，inorder，lateron，toservescience。“
ThecureonhisarrivalinquiredhowMonsieurBovarywas，and，onthereplyofthedruggist，wenton——“Theblow，yousee，isstilltoorecent。“
ThenHomaiscongratulatedhimonnotbeingexposed，likeotherpeople，tothelossofabelovedcompanion；whencetherefollowedadiscussiononthecelibacyofpriests。
“For，“saidthechemist，“itisunnaturalthatamanshoulddowithoutwomen!Therehavebeencrimes——“
“But，goodheaven!“criedtheecclesiastic，“howdoyouexpectanindividualwhoismarriedtokeepthesecretsoftheconfessional，forexample？“
Homaisfellfouloftheconfessional。Bournisiendefendedit；heenlargedontheactsofrestitutionthatitbroughtabout。Hecitedvariousanecdotesaboutthieveswhohadsuddenlybecomehonest。Militarymenonapproachingthetribunalofpenitencehadfeltthescalesfallfromtheireyes。AtFribourgtherewasaminister——
Hiscompanionwasasleep。Thenhefeltsomewhatstifledbytheover-heavyatmosphereoftheroom；heopenedthewindow；thisawokethechemist。
“Come，takeapinchofsnuff，“hesaidtohim。“Takeit；it’llrelieveyou。“
Acontinualbarkingwasheardinthedistance。“Doyouhearthatdoghowling？“saidthechemist。
“Theysmellthedead，“repliedthepriest。“It’slikebees；theyleavetheirhivesonthedeceaseofanyperson。“
Homaismadenoremarkupontheseprejudices，forhehadagaindroppedasleep。MonsieurBournisien，strongerthanhe，wentonmovinghislipsgentlyforsometime，theninsensiblyhischinsankdown，heletfallhisbigblackboot，andbegantosnore。
Theysatoppositeoneanother，withprotrudingstomachs，puffed-upfaces，andfrowninglooks，aftersomuchdisagreementunitingatlastinthesamehumanweakness，andtheymovednomorethanthecorpsebytheirside，thatseemedtobesleeping。
Charlescomingindidnotwakethem。Itwasthelasttime；hecametobidherfarewell。
Thearomaticherbswerestillsmoking，andspiralsofbluishvapourblendedatthewindow-sashwiththefogthatwascomingin。Therewerefewstars，andthenightwaswarm。Thewaxofthecandlesfellingreatdropsuponthesheetsofthebed。Charleswatchedthemburn，tiringhiseyesagainsttheglareoftheiryellowflame。
Thewateringonthesatingownshimmeredwhiteasmoonlight。Emmawaslostbeneathit；anditseemedtohimthat，spreadingbeyondherownself，sheblendedconfusedlywitheverythingaroundher——
thesilence，thenight，thepassingwind，thedampodoursrisingfromtheground。