Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 9

           "Now,"saidthechemist,"yououghtyourselftofixthehourfortheceremony."

           "Why?Whatceremony?"Then,inastammering,frightenedvoice,"Oh,no!notthat.No!Iwanttoseeherhere."

           Homais,tokeephimselfincountenance,tookupawater-bottleonthewhatnottowaterthegeraniums.

           "Ah!thanks,"saidCharles;"youaregood."

           Buthedidnotfinish,chokingbeneaththecrowdofmemoriesthatthisactionofthedruggistrecalledtohim.

           Thentodistracthim,Homaisthoughtfittotalkalittlehorticulture:plantswantedhumidity.Charlesbowedhisheadinsignofapprobation.

           "Besides,thefinedayswillsoonbehereagain."

           "Ah!"saidBovary.

           Thedruggist,athiswit’send,begansoftlytodrawasidethesmallwindow-curtain.

           "Hallo!there’sMonsieurTuvachepassing."

           Charlesrepeatedlikeamachine-

           "MonsieurTuvachepassing!"

           Homaisdidnotdaretospeaktohimagainaboutthefuneralarrangements;itwasthepriestwhosucceededinreconcilinghimtothem.

           Heshuthimselfupinhisconsulting-room,tookapen,andaftersobbingforsometime,wrote

           "Iwishhertobeburiedinherwedding-dress,withwhiteshoes,andawreath.Herhairistobespreadoutoverhershoulders.Threecoffins,oneofoak,oneofmahogany,oneoflead.Letnoonesayanythingtome.Ishallhavestrength.Overallthereistobeplacedalargepieceofgreenvelvet.Thisismywish;seethatitisdone."

           ThetwomenweremuchsurprisedatBovary’sromanticideas.

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