Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 15

           ButthemadscenedidnotatallinterestEmma,andtheactingofthesingerseemedtoherexaggerated.

           "Shescreamstooloud,"saidshe,turningtoCharles,whowaslistening.

           "Yesalittle,"hereplied,undecidedbetweenthefranknessofhispleasureandhisrespectforhiswife’sopinion.

           ThenwithasighLeonsaid

           "Theheatis—"

           "Unbearable!Yes!"

           "Doyoufeelunwell?"askedBovary.

           "Yes,Iamstifling;letusgo."

           MonsieurLeonputherlonglaceshawlcarefullyabouthershoulders,andallthreewentofftositdownintheharbour,intheopenair,outsidethewindowsofacafe.

           Firsttheyspokeofherillness,althoughEmmainterruptedCharlesfromtimetotime,forfear,shesaid,ofboringMonsieurLeon;andthelattertoldthemthathehadcometospendtwoyearsatRoueninalargeoffice,inordertogetpracticeinhisprofession,whichwasdifferentinNormandyandParis.ThenheinquiredafterBerthe,theHomais,MereLefrancois,andastheyhad,inthehusband’spresence,nothingmoretosaytooneanother,theconversationsooncametoanend.

           Peoplecomingoutofthetheatrepassedalongthepavement,hummingorshoutingatthetopoftheirvoices,"Obelange,maLucie!"ThenLeon,playingthedilettante,begantotalkmusic.HehadseenTambourini,Rubini,Persiani,Grisi,and,comparedwiththem,Lagardy,despitehisgrandoutbursts,wasnowhere.

           "Yet,"interruptedCharles,whowasslowlysippinghisrum-sherbet,"theysaythatheisquiteadmirableinthelastact.

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