Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 10

           AtsightofEmmaheseemedrelievedfromagreatweight,andatonceentereduponaconversation.

           "Itisn’twarm;it’snipping."

           Emmaanswerednothing.Hewenton

           "Andyou’reoutsoearly?"

           "Yes,"shesaidstammering;"Iamjustcomingfromthenursewheremychildis."

           "Ah!verygood!verygood!Formyself,Iamhere,justasyouseeme,sincebreakofday;buttheweatherissomuggy,thatunlessonehadthebirdatthemouthofthegun"

           "Goodevening,MonsieurBinet,"sheinterruptedhim,turningonherheel.

           "Yourservant,madame,"hereplieddrily;andhewentbackintohistub.

           Emmaregrettedhavingleftthetax-collectorsoabruptly.Nodoubthewouldformunfavourableconjectures.Thestoryaboutthenursewastheworstpossibleexcuse,everyoneatYonvilleknowingthatthelittleBovaryhadbeenathomewithherparentsforayear.Besides,noonewaslivinginthisdirection;thispathledonlytoLaHuchette.Binet,then,wouldguesswhenceshecame,andhewouldnotkeepsilence;hewouldtalk,thatwascertain.Sheremaineduntileveningrackingherbrainwitheveryconceivablelyingproject,andhadconstantlybeforehereyesthatimbecilewiththegame-bag.

           Charlesafterdinner,seeinghergloomy,proposed,bywayofdistraction,totakehertothechemist’s,andthefirstpersonshecaughtsightofintheshopwasthetaxcollectoragain.Hewasstandinginfrontofthecounter,litupbythegleamsoftheredbottle,andwassaying

           "Pleasegivemehalfanounceofvitriol."

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