“Yesterday，bytheBois-Guillaumehill，askittishhorse——“Andthenfollowedthestoryofanaccidentcausedbythepresenceoftheblindman。
Hemanagedsowellthatthefellowwaslockedup。Buthewasreleased。Hebeganagain，andHomaisbeganagain。Itwasastruggle。Homaiswonit，forhisfoewascondemnedtolife-longconfinementinanasylum。
Thissuccessemboldenedhim，andhenceforththerewasnolongeradogrunover，abarnburntdown，awomanbeatenintheparish，ofwhichhedidnotimmediatelyinformthepublic，guidedalwaysbytheloveofprogressandthehateofpriests。Heinstitutedcomparisonsbetweentheelementaryandclericalschoolstothedetrimentofthelatter；calledtomindthemassacreofSt。
Bartholomewaproposofagrantofonehundredfrancstothechurch，anddenouncedabuses，airednewviews。Thatwashisphrase。Homaiswasdigginganddelving；hewasbecomingdangerous。
However，hewasstiflinginthenarrowlimitsofjournalism，andsoonabook，aworkwasnecessarytohim。Thenhecomposed“GeneralStatisticsoftheCantonofYonville，followedbyClimatologicalRemarks。“Thestatisticsdrovehimtophilosophy。
Hebusiedhimselfwithgreatquestions：thesocialproblem：
moralisationofthepoorerclasses，pisciculture，caoutchouc，railways，etc。Heevenbegantoblushatbeingabourgeois。Heaffectedtheartisticstyle，hesmoked。HeboughttwochicPompadourstatuettestoadornhisdrawing-room。
Hebynomeansgaveuphisshop。Onthecontrary，hekeptwellabreastofnewdiscoveries。Hefollowedthegreatmovementofchocolates；hewasthefirsttointroduce“cocoa“and“revalenta“
intotheSeine-Inferieure。Hewasenthusiasticaboutthehydro-electricPulvermacherchains；heworeonehimself，andwhenatnighthetookoffhisflannelvest，MadameHomaisstoodquitedazzledbeforethegoldenspiralbeneathwhichhewashidden，andfeltherardourredoubleforthismanmorebandagedthanaScythian，andsplendidasoneoftheMagi。
HehadfineideasaboutEmma’stomb。Firstheproposedabrokencolumnwithsomedrapery，nextapyramid，thenaTempleofVesta，asortofrotunda，orelsea“massofruins。“AndinallhisplansHomaisalwaysstucktotheweepingwillow，whichhelookeduponastheindispensablesymbolofsorrow。
CharlesandhemadeajourneytoRouentogethertolookatsometombsatafuneralfurnisher’s，accompaniedbyanartist，oneVaufrylard，afriendofBridoux’s，whomadepunsallthetime。Atlast，afterhavingexaminedsomehundreddesigns，havingorderedanestimateandmadeanotherjourneytoRouen，Charlesdecidedinfavourofamausoleum，whichonthetwoprincipalsideswastohavea“spiritbearinganextinguishedtorch。“
Astotheinscription，HomaiscouldthinkofnothingsofineasStaviator*，andhegotnofurther；herackedhisbrain，heconstantlyrepeatedStaviator。AtlasthehituponAmabilenconjugemcalcas**，whichwasadopted。
*Resttraveler。
**Treaduponalovingwife。
AstrangethingwasthatBovary，whilecontinuallythinkingofEmma，wasforgettingher。Hegrewdesperateashefeltthisimagefadingfromhismemoryinspiteofalleffortstoretainit。Yeteverynighthedreamtofher；itwasalwaysthesamedream。Hedrewnearher，butwhenhewasabouttoclasphershefellintodecayinhisarms。
Foraweekhewasseengoingtochurchintheevening。MonsieurBournisienevenpaidhimtwoorthreevisits，thengavehimup。
Moreover，theoldfellowwasgrowingintolerant，fanatic，saidHomais。Hethunderedagainstthespiritoftheage，andneverfailed，everyotherweek，inhissermon，torecountthedeathagonyofVoltaire，whodieddevouringhisexcrements，aseveryoneknows。
InspiteoftheeconomywithwhichBovarylived，hewasfarfrombeingabletopayoffhisolddebts。Lheureuxrefusedtorenewanymorebills。Adistraintbecameimminent。Thenheappealedtohismother，whoconsentedtolethimtakeamortgageonherproperty，butwithagreatmanyrecriminationsagainstEmma；andinreturnforhersacrificesheaskedforashawlthathadescapedthedepredationsofFelicite。Charlesrefusedtogiveither；theyquarrelled。
Shemadethefirstoverturesofreconciliationbyofferingtohavethelittlegirl，whocouldhelpherinthehouse，tolivewithher。Charlesconsentedtothis，butwhenthetimeforpartingcame，allhiscouragefailedhim。Thentherewasafinal，completerupture。
Ashisaffectionsvanished，heclungmorecloselytotheloveofhischild。Shemadehimanxious，however，forshecoughedsometimes，andhadredspotsonhercheeks。
Oppositehishouse，flourishingandmerry，wasthefamilyofthechemist，withwhomeverythingwasprospering。Napoleonhelpedhiminthelaboratory，Athalieembroideredhimaskullcap，Irmacutoutroundsofpapertocoverthepreserves，andFranklinrecitedPythagoras’tableinabreath。Hewasthehappiestoffathers，themostfortunateofmen。
Notso!Asecretambitiondevouredhim。HomaishankeredafterthecrossoftheLegionofHonour。Hehadplentyofclaimstoit。
“First，havingatthetimeofthecholeradistinguishedmyselfbyaboundlessdevotion；second，byhavingpublished，atmyexpense，variousworksofpublicutility，suchas“andherecalledhispamphletentitled，“Cider，itsmanufactureandeffects，“besidesobservationonthelanigerousplant-louse，senttotheAcademy；
hisvolumeofstatistics，anddowntohispharmaceuticalthesis；
“withoutcountingthatIamamemberofseverallearnedsocieties“hewasmemberofasingleone。
“Inshort!“hecried，makingapirouette，“ifitwereonlyfordistinguishingmyselfatfires!“
ThenHomaisinclinedtowardstheGovernment。Hesecretlydidtheprefectgreatserviceduringtheelections。Hesoldhimself——inaword，prostitutedhimself。Heevenaddressedapetitiontothesovereigninwhichheimploredhimto“dohimjustice“；hecalledhim“ourgoodking，“andcomparedhimtoHenriIV。
Andeverymorningthedruggistrushedforthepapertoseeifhisnominationwereinit。Itwasneverthere。Atlast，unabletobearitanylonger，hehadagrassplotinhisgardendesignedtorepresenttheStaroftheCrossofHonourwithtwolittlestripsofgrassrunningfromthetoptoimitatetheribband。Hewalkedrounditwithfoldedarms，meditatingonthefollyoftheGovernmentandtheingratitudeofmen。
>Fromrespect，orfromasortofsensualitythatmadehimcarryonhisinvestigationsslowly，CharleshadnotyetopenedthesecretdrawerofarosewooddeskwhichEmmahadgenerallyused。Oneday，however，hesatdownbeforeit，turnedthekey，andpressedthespring。AllLeon’sletterswerethere。Therecouldbenodoubtthistime。Hedevouredthemtotheverylast，ransackedeverycorner，allthefurniture，allthedrawers，behindthewalls，sobbing，cryingaloud，distraught，mad。Hefoundaboxandbrokeitopenwithakick。Rodolphe’sportraitflewfullinhisfaceinthemidstoftheoverturnedlove-letters。
Peoplewonderedathisdespondency。Heneverwentout，sawnoone，refusedeventovisithispatients。Thentheysaid“heshuthimselfuptodrink。“
Sometimes，however，somecuriouspersonclimbedontothegardenhedge，andsawwithamazementthislong-bearded，shabbilyclothed，wildman，whoweptaloudashewalkedupanddown。
Intheeveninginsummerhetookhislittlegirlwithhimandledhertothecemetery。Theycamebackatnightfall，whentheonlylightleftinthePlacewasthatinBinet’swindow。
Thevoluptuousnessofhisgriefwas，however，incomplete，forhehadnoonenearhimtoshareit，andhepaidvisitstoMadameLefrancoistobeabletospeakofher。
Butthelandladyonlylistenedwithhalfanear，havingtroubleslikehimself。ForLheureuxhadatlastestablishedthe“FavoritesduCommerce，“andHivert，whoenjoyedagreatreputationfordoingerrands，insistedonariseofwages，andwasthreateningtogoover“totheoppositionshop。“
OnedaywhenhehadgonetothemarketatArgueiltosellhishorse——hislastresource——hemetRodolphe。
Theybothturnedpalewhentheycaughtsightofoneanother。
Rodolphe，whohadonlysenthiscard，firststammeredsomeapologies，thengrewbolder，andevenpushedhisassuranceitwasinthemonthofAugustandveryhottothelengthofinvitinghimtohaveabottleofbeeratthepublic-house。
Leaningonthetableoppositehim，hechewedhiscigarashetalked，andCharleswaslostinreverieatthisfacethatshehadloved。Heseemedtoseeagainsomethingofherinit。Itwasamarveltohim。Hewouldhavelikedtohavebeenthisman。
Theotherwentontalkingagriculture，cattle，pasturage，fillingoutwithbanalphrasesallthegapswhereanallusionmightslipin。Charleswasnotlisteningtohim；Rodolphenoticedit，andhefollowedthesuccessionofmemoriesthatcrossedhisface。Thisgraduallygrewredder；thenostrilsthrobbedfast，thelipsquivered。TherewasatlastamomentwhenCharles，fullofasombrefury，fixedhiseyesonRodolphe，who，insomethingoffear，stoppedtalking。Butsoonthesamelookofwearylassitudecamebacktohisface。
“Idon’tblameyou，“hesaid。
Rodolphewasdumb。AndCharles，hisheadinhishands，wentoninabrokenvoice，andwiththeresignedaccentofinfinitesorrow——
“No，Idon’tblameyounow。“
Heevenaddedafinephrase，theonlyoneheevermade——
“Itisthefaultoffatality!“
Rodolphe，whohadmanagedthefatality，thoughttheremarkveryoffhandfromamaninhisposition，comiceven，andalittlemean。
ThenextdayCharleswenttositdownontheseatinthearbour。
Raysoflightwerestrayingthroughthetrellis，thevineleavesthrewtheirshadowsonthesand，thejasminesperfumedtheair，theheavenswereblue，Spanishfliesbuzzedroundtheliliesinbloom，andCharleswassuffocatinglikeayouthbeneaththevagueloveinfluencesthatfilledhisachingheart。
Atseveno’clocklittleBerthe，whohadnotseenhimalltheafternoon，wenttofetchhimtodinner。
Hisheadwasthrownbackagainstthewall，hiseyesclosed，hismouthopen，andinhishandwasalongtressofblackhair。
“Comealong，papa，“shesaid。
Andthinkinghewantedtoplay；shepushedhimgently。Hefelltotheground。Hewasdead。
Thirty-sixhoursafter，atthedruggist’srequest，MonsieurCanivetcamethither。Hemadeapost-mortemandfoundnothing。
Wheneverythinghadbeensold，twelvefrancsseventy-fivecentimesremained，thatservedtopayforMademoiselleBovary’sgoingtohergrandmother。Thegoodwomandiedthesameyear；oldRouaultwasparalysed，anditwasanauntwhotookchargeofher。
Sheispoor，andsendshertoacotton-factorytoearnaliving。
SinceBovary’sdeaththreedoctorshavefollowedoneanotheratYonvillewithoutanysuccess，soseverelydidHomaisattackthem。
Hehasanenormouspractice；theauthoritiestreathimwithconsideration，andpublicopinionprotectshim。
HehasjustreceivedthecrossoftheLegionofHonour。
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