Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 4

           Thefirewasdyingoutinthecinders;theteapotwasempty,Leonwasstillreading.

           Emmalistenedtohim,mechanicallyturningaroundthelampshade,onthegauzeofwhichwerepaintedclownsincarriages,andtight-ropedanceswiththeirbalancing-poles.Leonstopped,pointingwithagesturetohissleepingaudience;thentheytalkedinlowtones,andtheirconversationseemedthemoresweettothembecauseitwasunheard.

           Thusakindofbondwasestablishedbetweenthem,aconstantcommerceofbooksandofromances.MonsieurBovary,littlegiventojealousy,didnottroublehimselfaboutit.

           Onhisbirthdayhereceivedabeautifulphrenologicalhead,allmarkedwithfigurestothethoraxandpaintedblue.Thiswasanattentionoftheclerk’s.Heshowedhimmanyothers,eventodoingerrandsforhimatRouen;andthebookofanovelisthavingmadethemaniaforcactusesfashionable,LeonboughtsomeforMadameBovary,bringingthembackonhiskneesinthe"Hirondelle,"prickinghisfingersontheirhardhairs.

           Shehadaboardwithabalustradefixedagainstherwindowtoholdthepots.Theclerk,too,hadhissmallhanginggarden;theysaweachothertendingtheirflowersattheirwindows.

           Ofthewindowsofthevillagetherewasoneyetmoreoftenoccupied;foronSundaysfrommorningtonight,andeverymorningwhentheweatherwasbright,onecouldseeatthedormer-windowofthegarrettheprofileofMonsieurBinetbendingoverhislathe,whosemonotonoushummingcouldbeheardattheLiond’Or.

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