Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 9

           "No,Iloveyou,thatisall!Youdonotdoubtthat!Tellmeonewordonlyoneword!"

           AndRodolpheimperceptiblyglidedfromthefootstooltotheground;butasoundofwoodenshoeswasheardinthekitchen,andhenoticedthedooroftheroomwasnotclosed.

           "Howkinditwouldbeofyou,"hewenton,rising,"ifyouwouldhumourawhimofmine."Itwastogooverherhouse;hewantedtoknowit;andMadameBovaryseeingnoobjectiontothis,theybothrose,whenCharlescamein.

           "Goodmorning,doctor,"Rodolphesaidtohim.

           Thedoctor,flatteredatthisunexpectedtitle,launchedoutintoobsequiousphrases.Ofthistheothertookadvantagetopullhimselftogetheralittle.

           "Madamewasspeakingtome,"hethensaid,"aboutherhealth."

           Charlesinterruptedhim;hehadindeedathousandanxieties;hiswife’spalpitationsoftheheartwerebeginningagain.ThenRodolpheaskedifridingwouldnotbegood.

           "Certainly!excellent!justthething!There’sanidea!Yououghttofollowitup."

           Andassheobjectedthatshehadnohorse,MonsieurRodolpheofferedone.Sherefusedhisoffer;hedidnotinsist.Thentoexplainhisvisithesaidthathisploughman,themanoftheblood-letting,stillsufferedfromgiddiness.

           "I’llcallaround,"saidBovary.

           "No,no!I’llsendhimtoyou;we’llcome;thatwillbemoreconvenientforyou."

           "Ah!verygood!Ithankyou."

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