Госпожа Бовари

           Then,leaningtowardstheclockasiftoseethetime—

           "Ah!howlateitis!"shesaid;"howwedochatter!"

           Heunderstoodthehintandtookuphishat.

           "Ithasevenmademeforgetthetheatre.AndpoorBovaryhasleftmehereespeciallyforthat.MonsieurLormeaux,oftheRueGrand-Pont,wastotakemeandhiswife."

           Andtheopportunitywaslost,asshewastoleavethenextday.

           "Really!"saidLeon.

           "Yes."

           "ButImustseeyouagain,"hewenton."Iwantedtotellyou—"

           "What?"

           "Something—important—serious.Oh,no!Besides,youwillnotgo;itisimpossible.Ifyoushould—listentome.Thenyouhavenotunderstoodme;youhavenotguessed—"

           "Yetyouspeakplainly,"saidEmma.

           "Ah!youcanjest.Enough!enough!Oh,forpity’ssake,letmeseeyouonce—onlyonce!"

           "Well—"Shestopped;then,asifthinkingbetterofit,"Oh,nothere!"

           "Whereyouwill."

           "Willyou—"Sheseemedtoreflect;thenabruptly,"To-morrowateleveno’clockinthecathedral."

           "Ishallbethere,"hecried,seizingherhands,whichshedisengaged.

           Andastheywerebothstandingup,hebehindher,andEmmawithherheadbent,hestoopedoverherandpressedlongkissesonherneck.

           "Youaremad!Ah!youaremad!"shesaid,withsoundinglittlelaughs,whilethekissesmultiplied.

           Thenbendinghisheadoverhershoulder,heseemedtobegtheconsentofhereyes.Theyfelluponhimfullofanicydignity.

           Leonsteppedbacktogoout.