Next he carelessly showed her several new goods, not one of which,

however, was in his opinion worthy of madame.

"When I think that there's a dress at threepence-halfpenny a yard, and

warranted fast colours! And yet they actually swallow it! Of course you

understand one doesn't tell them what it really is!" He hoped by this

confession of dishonesty to others to quite convince her of his probity

to her.

Then he called her back to show her three yards of guipure that he had

lately picked up "at a sale."

"Isn't it lovely?" said Lheureux. "It is very much used now for the

backs of arm-chairs. It's quite the rage."

And, more ready than a juggler, he wrapped up the guipure in some blue

paper and put it in Emma's hands.

"But at least let me know--"

"Yes, another time," he replied, turning on his heel.

That same evening she urged Bovary to write to his mother, to ask her

to send as quickly as possible the whole of the balance due from the

father's estate. The mother-in-law replied that she had nothing more,

the winding up was over, and there was due to them besides Barneville an

income of six hundred francs, that she would pay them punctually.

Then Madame Bovary sent in accounts to two or three patients, and she

made large use of this method, which was very successful. She was always

careful to add a postscript: "Do not mention this to my husband; you

know how proud he is. Excuse me. Yours obediently." There were some

complaints; she intercepted them.

To get money she began selling her old gloves, her old hats, the old

odds and ends, and she bargained rapaciously, her peasant blood standing

her in good stead. Then on her journey to town she picked up nick-nacks

secondhand, that, in default of anyone else, Monsieur Lheureux would

certainly take off her hands. She bought ostrich feathers, Chinese

porcelain, and trunks; she borrowed from Felicite, from Madame

Lefrancois, from the landlady at the Croix-Rouge, from everybody, no

matter where.

With the money she at last received from Barneville she paid two bills;

the other fifteen hundred francs fell due. She renewed the bills, and

thus it was continually.

Sometimes, it is true, she tried to make a calculation, but she

discovered things so exorbitant that she could not believe them

possible. Then she recommenced, soon got confused, gave it all up, and

thought no more about it.

The house was very dreary now. Tradesmen were seen leaving it with angry

faces. Handkerchiefs were lying about on the stoves, and little Berthe,

to the great scandal of Madame Homais, wore stockings with holes in

them. If Charles timidly ventured a remark, she answered roughly that it

wasn't her fault.




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