Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 1

           BythesideofaParisienneinherlaces,inthedrawing-roomofsomeillustriousphysician,apersondrivinghiscarriageandwearingmanyorders,thepoorclerkwouldnodoubthavetrembledlikeachild;buthere,atRouen,ontheharbour,withthewifeofthissmalldoctorhefeltathisease,surebeforehandhewouldshine.Self-possessiondependsonitsenvironment.Wedon’tspeakonthefirstfloorasonthefourth;andthewealthywomanseemstohave,abouther,toguardhervirtue,allherbanknotes,likeacuirassintheliningofhercorset.

           OnleavingtheBovarysthenightbefore,Leonhadfollowedthemthroughthestreetsatadistance;thenhavingseenthemstopatthe"Croix-Rouge,"heturnedonhisheel,andspentthenightmeditatingaplan.

           Sothenextdayaboutfiveo’clockhewalkedintothekitchenoftheinn,withachokingsensationinhisthroat,palecheeks,andthatresolutionofcowardsthatstopsatnothing.

           "Thegentlemanisn’tin,"answeredaservant.

           Thisseemedtohimagoodomen.Hewentupstairs.

           Shewasnotdisturbedathisapproach;onthecontrary,sheapologisedforhavingneglectedtotellhimwheretheywerestaying.

           "Oh,Idivinedit!"saidLeon.

           Hepretendedhehadbeenguidedtowardsherbychance,by,instinct.Shebegantosmile;andatonce,torepairhisfolly,Leontoldherthathehadspenthismorninginlookingforherinallthehotelsinthetownoneaftertheother.

           "Soyouhavemadeupyourmindtostay?"headded.

           "Yes,"shesaid,"andIamwrong.

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