Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 6

           TheygatheredaroundthesunsetonthesideofRouenandthenswiftlyrolledbacktheirblackcolumns,behindwhichthegreatraysofthesunlookedoutlikethegoldenarrowsofasuspendedtrophy,whiletherestoftheemptyheavenswaswhiteasporcelain.Butagustofwindbowedthepoplars,andsuddenlytherainfell;itpatteredagainstthegreenleaves.

           Thenthesunreappeared,thehensclucked,sparrowsshooktheirwingsinthedampthickets,andthepoolsofwateronthegravelastheyflowedawaycarriedoffthepinkflowersofanacacia.

           "Ah!howfaroffhemustbealready!"shethought.

           MonsieurHomais,asusual,cameathalf-pastsixduringdinner.

           "Well,"saidhe,"sowe’vesentoffouryoungfriend!"

           "Soitseems,"repliedthedoctor.Thenturningonhischair;"Anynewsathome?"

           "Nothingmuch.Onlymywifewasalittlemovedthisafternoon.Youknowwomenanothingupsetsthem,especiallymywife.Andweshouldbewrongtoobjecttothat,sincetheirnervousorganizationismuchmoremalleablethanours."

           "PoorLeon!"saidCharles."HowwillheliveatParis?Willhegetusedtoit?"

           MadameBovarysighed.

           "Getalong!"saidthechemist,smackinghislips."Theoutingsatrestaurants,themaskedballs,thechampagneallthat’llbejollyenough,Iassureyou."

           "Idon’tthinkhe’llgowrong,"objectedBovary.

           "NordoI,"saidMonsieurHomaisquickly;"althoughhe’llhavetodoliketherestforfearofpassingforaJesuit.

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