Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           TheywereontheheightsofThibourvillewhensuddenlysomehorsemenwithcigarsbetweentheirlipspassedlaughing.EmmathoughtsherecognizedtheViscount,turnedback,andcaughtonthehorizononlythemovementoftheheadsrisingorfallingwiththeunequalcadenceofthetrotorgallop.

           Amilefartherontheyhadtostoptomendwithsomestringthetracesthathadbroken.

           ButCharles,givingalastlooktotheharness,sawsomethingonthegroundbetweenhishorse’slegs,andhepickedupacigar-casewithagreensilkborderandbeblazonedinthecentrelikethedoorofacarriage.

           "Thereareeventwocigarsinit,"saidhe;"they’lldoforthiseveningafterdinner."

           "Why,doyousmoke?"sheasked.

           "Sometimes,whenIgetachance."

           Heputhisfindinhispocketandwhippedupthenag.

           Whentheyreachedhomethedinnerwasnotready.Madamelosthertemper.Nastasieansweredrudely.

           "Leavetheroom!"saidEmma."Youareforgettingyourself.Igiveyouwarning."

           Fordinnertherewasonionsoupandapieceofvealwithsorrel.

           Charles,seatedoppositeEmma,rubbedhishandsgleefully.

           "Howgooditistobeathomeagain!"

           Nastasiecouldbeheardcrying.Hewasratherfondofthepoorgirl.Shehadformerly,duringthewearisometimeofhiswidowhood,kepthimcompanymanyanevening.Shehadbeenhisfirstpatient,hisoldestacquaintanceintheplace.

           "Haveyougivenherwarningforgood?"heaskedatlast.

           "Yes.Whoistopreventme?"shereplied.

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