Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           Bovarywatchedhim;theylookedatoneanother;andthisman,accustomedashewastothesightofpain,couldnotkeepbackatearthatfellonhisshirt-frill.

           HetriedtotakeCanivetintothenextroom.Charlesfollowedhim.

           "Sheisveryill,isn’tshe?Ifweputonsinapisms?Anything!Oh,thinkofsomething,youwhohavesavedsomany!"

           Charlescaughthiminbothhisarms,andgazedathimwildly,imploringly,half-faintingagainsthisbreast.

           "Come,mypoorfellow,courage!Thereisnothingmoretobedone."

           AndDoctorLariviereturnedaway.

           "Youaregoing?"

           "Iwillcomeback."

           Hewentoutonlytogiveanordertothecoachman,withMonsieurCanivet,whodidnotcareeithertohaveEmmadieunderhishands.

           ThechemistrejoinedthemonthePlace.Hecouldnotbytemperamentkeepawayfromcelebrities,sohebeggedMonsieurLarivieretodohimthesignalhonourofacceptingsomebreakfast.

           Hesentquicklytothe"Liond’Or"forsomepigeons;tothebutcher’sforallthecutletsthatweretobehad;toTuvacheforcream;andtoLestiboudoisforeggs;andthedruggisthimselfaidedinthepreparations,whileMadameHomaiswassayingasshepulledtogetherthestringsofherjacket

           "Youmustexcuseus,sir,forinthispoorplace,whenonehasn’tbeentoldthenightbefore"

           "Wineglasses!"whisperedHomais.

           "Ifonlywewereintown,wecouldfallbackuponstuffedtrotters."

           "Bequiet!Sitdown,doctor!"

           Hethoughtfit,afterthefirstfewmouthfuls,togivesomedetailsastothecatastrophe.

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