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           ThenEmmabegantolaugh,butthegoodladygrewangry,declaringthatunlessmoralsweretobelaughedatoneoughttolookafterthoseofone’sservants.

           "Wherewereyoubroughtup?"askedthedaughter-in-law,withsoimpertinentalookthatMadameBovaryaskedherifshewerenotperhapsdefendingherowncase.

           "Leavetheroom!"saidtheyoungwoman,springingupwithabound.

           "Emma!Mamma!"criedCharles,tryingtoreconcilethem.

           Butbothhadfledintheirexasperation.Emmawasstampingherfeetassherepeated—

           "Oh!whatmanners!Whatapeasant!"

           Herantohismother;shewasbesideherself.Shestammered

           "Sheisaninsolent,giddy-headedthing,orperhapsworse!"

           Andshewasforleavingatonceiftheotherdidnotapologise.SoCharleswentbackagaintohiswifeandimploredhertogiveway;heknelttoher;sheendedbysaying—

           "Verywell!I’llgotoher."

           Andinfactsheheldoutherhandtohermother-in-lawwiththedignityofamarchionessasshesaid—

           "Excuseme,madame."

           Then,havinggoneupagaintoherroom,shethrewherselfflatonherbedandcriedtherelikeachild,herfaceburiedinthepillow.

           SheandRodolphehadagreedthatintheeventofanythingextraordinaryoccurring,sheshouldfastenasmallpieceofwhitepapertotheblind,sothatifbychancehehappenedtobeinYonville,hecouldhurrytothelanebehindthehouse.Emmamadethesignal;shehadbeenwaitingthree-quartersofanhourwhenshesuddenlycaughtsightofRodolpheatthecornerofthemarket.