Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           Asthepartitionwallwasthin,theycouldheartheclatteroftheforksontheplatesinthedining-room.

           Shepretendedthatshewantedtokilltheratsthatkeptherfromsleeping.

           "Imusttellmaster."

           "No,stay!"Thenwithanindifferentair,"Oh,it’snotworthwhile;I’lltellhimpresently.Come,lightmeupstairs."

           Sheenteredthecorridorintowhichthelaboratorydooropened.AgainstthewallwasakeylabelledCapharnaum.

           "Justin!"calledthedruggistimpatiently.

           "Letusgoup."

           Andhefollowedher.Thekeyturnedinthelock,andshewentstraighttothethirdshelf,sowelldidhermemoryguideher,seizedthebluejar,toreoutthecork,plungedinherhand,andwithdrawingitfullofawhitepowder,shebeganeatingit.

           "Stop!"hecried,rushingather.

           "Hush!someonewillcome."

           Hewasindespair,wascallingout.

           "Saynothing,oralltheblamewillfallonyourmaster."

           Thenshewenthome,suddenlycalmed,andwithsomethingoftheserenityofonethathadperformedaduty.

           WhenCharles,distractedbythenewsofthedistraint,returnedhome,Emmahadjustgoneout.Hecriedaloud,wept,fainted,butshedidnotreturn.Wherecouldshebe?HesentFelicitetoHomais,toMonsieurTuvache,toLheureux,tothe"Liond’Or,"everywhere,andintheintervalsofhisagonyhesawhisreputationdestroyed,theirfortunelost,Berthe’sfutureruined.Bywhat?Notaword!Hewaitedtillsixintheevening.

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