Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 7

           Butatthismomenttheruralguardseizedhimbythecollar.MonsieurHomaiscameoutofhisshop,andMereLefrangois,inthemidstofthecrowd,seemedtobeperorating.

           "Madame!madame!"criedFelicite,runningin,"it’sabominable!"

           Andthepoorgirl,deeplymoved,handedherayellowpaperthatshehadjusttornoffthedoor.Emmareadwithaglancethatallherfurniturewasforsale.

           Thentheylookedatoneanothersilently.Theservantandmistresshadnosecretonefromtheother.AtlastFelicitesighed

           "IfIwereyou,madame,IshouldgotoMonsieurGuillaumin."

           "Doyouthink"

           Andthisquestionmeanttosay

           "Youwhoknowthehousethroughtheservant,hasthemasterspokensometimesofme?"

           "Yes,you’ddowelltogothere."

           Shedressed,putonherblackgown,andherhoodwithjetbeads,andthatshemightnotbeseen(therewasstillacrowdonthePlace),shetookthepathbytheriver,outsidethevillage.

           Shereachedthenotary’sgatequitebreathless.Theskywassombre,andalittlesnowwasfalling.Atthesoundofthebell,Theodoreinaredwaistcoatappearedonthesteps;hecametoopenthedooralmostfamiliarly,astoanacquaintance,andshowedherintothedining-room.

           Alargeporcelainstovecrackledbeneathacactusthatfilledupthenicheinthewall,andinblackwoodframesagainsttheoak-stainedpaperhungSteuben’s"Esmeralda"andSchopin’s"Potiphar."

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