In the evening Madame Bovary did not go to her neighbour's, and when

Charles had left and she felt herself alone, the comparison re-began

with the clearness of a sensation almost actual, and with that

lengthening of perspective which memory gives to things. Looking from

her bed at the clean fire that was burning, she still saw, as she had

down there, Leon standing up with one hand behind his cane, and with

the other holding Athalie, who was quietly sucking a piece of ice. She

thought him charming; she could not tear herself away from him; she

recalled his other attitudes on other days, the words he had spoken, the

sound of his voice, his whole person; and she repeated, pouting out her

lips as if for a kiss-"Yes, charming! charming! Is he not in love?" she asked herself; "but

with whom? With me?"

All the proofs arose before her at once; her heart leapt. The flame of

the fire threw a joyous light upon the ceiling; she turned on her back,

stretching out her arms.

Then began the eternal lamentation: "Oh, if Heaven had out willed it!

And why not? What prevented it?"

When Charles came home at midnight, she seemed to have just awakened,

and as he made a noise undressing, she complained of a headache, then

asked carelessly what had happened that evening.

"Monsieur Leon," he said, "went to his room early."

She could not help smiling, and she fell asleep, her soul filled with a

new delight.

The next day, at dusk, she received a visit from Monsieur Lherueux, the

draper. He was a man of ability, was this shopkeeper. Born a Gascon but

bred a Norman, he grafted upon his southern volubility the cunning of

the Cauchois. His fat, flabby, beardless face seemed dyed by a

decoction of liquorice, and his white hair made even more vivid the

keen brilliance of his small black eyes. No one knew what he had been

formerly; a pedlar said some, a banker at Routot according to others.

What was certain was that he made complex calculations in his head that

would have frightened Binet himself. Polite to obsequiousness, he always

held himself with his back bent in the position of one who bows or who

invites.

After leaving at the door his hat surrounded with crape, he put down

a green bandbox on the table, and began by complaining to madame, with

many civilities, that he should have remained till that day without

gaining her confidence. A poor shop like his was not made to attract

a "fashionable lady"; he emphasized the words; yet she had only to

command, and he would undertake to provide her with anything she might

wish, either in haberdashery or linen, millinery or fancy goods, for

he went to town regularly four times a month. He was connected with the

best houses. You could speak of him at the "Trois Freres," at the "Barbe

d'Or," or at the "Grand Sauvage"; all these gentlemen knew him as

well as the insides of their pockets. To-day, then he had come to show

madame, in passing, various articles he happened to have, thanks to

the most rare opportunity. And he pulled out half-a-dozen embroidered

collars from the box.




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