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           Thenextdayhebeggedhertoplayhimsomethingagain.

           "Verywell;topleaseyou!"

           AndCharlesconfessedshehadgoneoffalittle.Sheplayedwrongnotesandblundered;then,stoppingshort—

           "Ah!itisnouse.Ioughttotakesomelessons;but—"Shebitherlipsandadded,"Twentyfrancsalesson,that’stoodear!"

           "Yes,soitis—rather,"saidCharles,gigglingstupidly."Butitseemstomethatonemightbeabletodoitforless;forthereareartistsofnoreputation,andwhoareoftenbetterthanthecelebrities."

           "Findthem!"saidEmma.

           Thenextdaywhenhecamehomehelookedathershyly,andatlastcouldnolongerkeepbackthewords.

           "Howobstinateyouaresometimes!IwenttoBarfucheresto-day.Well,MadameLiegardassuredmethatherthreeyoungladieswhoareatLaMisericordehavelessonsatfiftysousapiece,andthatfromanexcellentmistress!"

           Sheshruggedhershouldersanddidnotopenherpianoagain.Butwhenshepassedbyit(ifBovarywerethere),shesighed—

           "Ah!mypoorpiano!"

           Andwhenanyonecametoseeher,shedidnotfailtoinformthemshehadgivenupmusic,andcouldnotbeginagainnowforimportantreasons.Thenpeoplecommiseratedher—

           "Whatapity!shehadsomuchtalent!"

           TheyevenspoketoBovaryaboutit.Theyputhimtoshame,andespeciallythechemist.

           "Youarewrong.Oneshouldneverletanyofthefacultiesofnatureliefallow.Besides,justthink,mygoodfriend,thatbyinducingmadametostudy;youareeconomisingonthesubsequentmusicaleducationofyourchild