Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 5

           "It’stheweather,nodoubt,"hesaid,lookingfrowninglyatthefloor,"thatcausestheseillnesses.I,too,don’tfeelthething.OneofthesedaysIshallevenhavetoconsultthedoctorforapainIhaveinmyback.Well,good-bye,MadameBovary.Atyourservice;yourveryhumbleservant."Andheclosedthedoorgently.

           Emmahadherdinnerservedinherbedroomonatraybythefireside;shewasalongtimeoverit;everythingwaswellwithher.

           "HowgoodIwas!"shesaidtoherself,thinkingofthescarves.

           Sheheardsomestepsonthestairs.ItwasLeon.Shegotupandtookfromthechestofdrawersthefirstpileofdusterstobehemmed.Whenhecameinsheseemedverybusy.

           Theconversationlanguished;MadameBovarygaveitupeveryfewminutes,whilsthehimselfseemedquiteembarrassed.Seatedonalowchairnearthefire,heturnedroundinhisfingerstheivorythimble-case.Shestitchedon,orfromtimetotimeturneddownthehemoftheclothwithhernail.Shedidnotspeak;hewassilent,captivatedbyhersilence,ashewouldhavebeenbyherspeech.

           "Poorfellow!"shethought.

           "HowhaveIdispleasedher?"heaskedhimself.

           Atlast,however,Leonsaidthatheshouldhave,oneofthesedays,togotoRouenonsomeofficebusiness.

           "Yourmusicsubscriptionisout;amItorenewit?"

           "No,"shereplied.

           "Why?"

           "Because"

           Andpursingherlipssheslowlydrewalongstitchofgreythread.

           ThisworkirritatedLeon.Itseemedtoroughentheendsofherfingers.Agallantphrasecameintohishead,buthedidnotriskit.

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