AtlastEmmarememberedthatatthechateauofVaubyessardshehadheardtheMarchionesscallayoungladyBerthe；fromthatmomentthisnamewaschosen；andasoldRouaultcouldnotcome，MonsieurHomaiswasrequestedtostandgodfather。Hisgiftswereallproductsfromhisestablishment，towit：sixboxesofjujubes，awholejarofracahout，threecakesofmarshmallowpaste，andsixsticksofsugar-candyintothebargainthathehadcomeacrossinacupboard。Ontheeveningoftheceremonytherewasagranddinner；thecurewaspresent；therewasmuchexcitement。MonsieurHomaistowardsliqueur-timebegansinging“LeDieudesbonnesgens。“MonsieurLeonsangabarcarolle，andMadameBovary，senior，whowasgodmother，aromanceofthetimeoftheEmpire；finally，M。Bovary，senior，insistedonhavingthechildbroughtdown，andbeganbaptizingitwithaglassofchampagnethathepouredoveritshead。ThismockeryofthefirstofthesacramentsmadetheAbbeBournisienangry；oldBovaryrepliedbyaquotationfrom“LaGuerredesDieux“；thecurewantedtoleave；theladiesimplored，Homaisinterfered；andtheysucceededinmakingthepriestsitdownagain，andhequietlywentonwiththehalf-finishedcoffeeinhissaucer。
　　MonsieurBovary，senior，stayedatYonvilleamonth，dazzlingthenativebyasuperbpoliceman’scapwithsilvertasselsthatheworeinthemorningwhenhesmokedhispipeinthesquare。Beingalsointhehabitofdrinkingagooddealofbrandy，heoftensenttheservanttotheLiond’Ortobuyhimabottle，whichwasputdowntohisson’saccount，andtoperfumehishandkerchiefsheuseduphisdaughter-in-law’swholesupplyofeau-de-cologne。
　　Thelatterdidnotatalldislikehiscompany。Hehadknockedabouttheworld，hetalkedaboutBerlin，Vienna，andStrasbourg，ofhissoldiertimes，ofthemistresseshehadhad，thegrandluncheonsofwhichhehadpartaken；thenhewasamiable，andsometimeseven，eitheronthestairs，orinthegarden，wouldseizeholdofherwaist，crying，“Charles，lookoutforyourself。“
　　ThenMadameBovary，senior，becamealarmedforherson’shappiness，andfearingthatherhusbandmightinthelong-runhaveanimmoralinfluenceupontheideasoftheyoungwoman，tookcaretohurrytheirdeparture。Perhapsshehadmoreseriousreasonsforuneasiness。MonsieurBovarywasnotthemantorespectanything。
　　OnedayEmmawassuddenlyseizedwiththedesiretoseeherlittlegirl，whohadbeenputtonursewiththecarpenter’swife，and，withoutlookingatthecalendartoseewhetherthesixweeksoftheVirginwereyetpassed，shesetoutfortheRollets’
　　house，situatedattheextremeendofthevillage，betweenthehighroadandthefields。
　　Itwasmid-day，theshuttersofthehouseswereclosedandtheslateroofsthatglitteredbeneaththefiercelightoftheblueskyseemedtostrikesparksfromthecrestofthegables。Aheavywindwasblowing；Emmafeltweakasshewalked；thestonesofthepavementhurther；shewasdoubtfulwhethershewouldnotgohomeagain，orgoinsomewheretorest。
　　AtthismomentMonsieurLeoncameoutfromaneighbouringdoorwithabundleofpapersunderhisarm。Hecametogreether，andstoodintheshadeinfrontoftheLheureux’sshopundertheprojectinggreyawning。
　　MadameBovarysaidshewasgoingtoseeherbaby，butthatshewasbeginningtogrowtired。
　　“If——“saidLeon，notdaringtogoon。
　　“Haveyouanybusinesstoattendto？“sheasked。
　　Andontheclerk’sanswer，shebeggedhimtoaccompanyher。ThatsameeveningthiswasknowninYonville，andMadameTuvache，themayor’swife，declaredinthepresenceofherservantthat“MadameBovarywascompromisingherself。“
　　Togettothenurse’sitwasnecessarytoturntotheleftonleavingthestreet，asifmakingforthecemetery，andtofollowbetweenlittlehousesandyardsasmallpathborderedwithprivethedges。Theywereinbloom，andsowerethespeedwells，eglantines，thistles，andthesweetbriarthatsprangupfromthethickets。Throughopeningsinthehedgesonecouldseeintothehuts，somepigsonadung-heap，ortetheredcowsrubbingtheirhornsagainstthetrunkoftrees。Thetwo，sidebysidewalkedslowly，sheleaninguponhim，andherestraininghispace，whichheregulatedbyhers；infrontofthemaswarmofmidgesfluttered，buzzinginthewarmair。
　　Therecognizedthehousebyanoldwalnut-treewhichshadedit。
　　Lowandcoveredwithbrowntiles，therehungoutsideit，beneaththedormer-windowofthegarret，astringofonions。Faggotsuprightagainstathornfencesurroundedabedoflettuce，afewsquarefeetoflavender，andsweetpeasstungonsticks。Dirtywaterwasrunninghereandthereonthegrass，andallroundwereseveralindefiniterags，knittedstockings，aredcalicojacket，andalargesheetofcoarselinenspreadoverthehedge。Atthenoiseofthegatethenurseappearedwithababyshewassucklingononearm。Withherotherhandshewaspullingalongapoorpunylittlefellow，hisfacecoveredwithscrofula，thesonofaRouenhosier，whomhisparents，tootakenupwiththeirbusiness，leftinthecountry。
　　“Goin，“shesaid；“yourlittleoneisthereasleep。“
　　Theroomontheground-floor，theonlyoneinthedwelling，hadatitsfartherend，againstthewall，alargebedwithoutcurtains，whileakneading-troughtookupthesidebythewindow，onepaneofwhichwasmendedwithapieceofbluepaper。Inthecornerbehindthedoor，shininghob-nailedshoesstoodinarowundertheslabofthewashstand，nearabottleofoilwithafeatherstuckinitsmouth；aMatthieuLaensberglayonthedustymantelpieceamidgunflints，candle-ends，andbitsofamadou。
　　Finally，thelastluxuryintheapartmentwasa“Fame“blowinghertrumpets，apicturecutout，nodoubt，fromsomeperfumer’sprospectusandnailedtothewallwithsixwoodenshoe-pegs。
　　Emma’schildwasasleepinawicker-cradle。Shetookitupinthewrappingthatenvelopeditandbegansingingsoftlyassherockedherselftoandfro。
　　Leonwalkedupanddowntheroom；itseemedstrangetohimtoseethisbeautifulwomaninhernankeendressinthemidstofallthispoverty。MadamBovaryreddened；heturnedaway，thinkingperhapstherehadbeenanimpertinentlookinhiseyes。Thensheputbackthelittlegirl，whohadjustbeensickoverhercollar。
　　Thenurseatoncecametodryher，protestingthatitwouldn’tshow。
　　“Shegivesmeotherdoses，“shesaid：“Iamalwaysa-washingofher。IfyouwouldhavethegoodnesstoorderCamus，thegrocer，toletmehavealittlesoap，itwouldreallybemoreconvenientforyou，asIneedn’ttroubleyouthen。“
　　“Verywell!verywell!“saidEmma。“Goodmorning，MadameRollet，“
　　andshewentout，wipinghershoesatthedoor。
　　Thegoodwomanaccompaniedhertotheendofthegarden，talkingallthetimeofthetroubleshehadgettingupofnights。
　　“I’mthatwornoutsometimesasIdropasleeponmychair。I’msureyoumightatleastgivemejustapoundofgroundcoffee；
　　that’dlastmeamonth，andI’dtakeitofamorningwithsomemilk。“
　　Afterhavingsubmittedtoherthanks，MadamBovaryleft。Shehadgonealittlewaydownthepathwhen，atthesoundofwoodenshoes，sheturnedround。Itwasthenurse。
　　“Whatisit？“
　　Thenthepeasantwoman，takingherasidebehindanelmtree，begantalkingtoherofherhusband，whowithhistradeandsixfrancsayearthatthecaptain——
　　“Oh，bequick!“saidEmma。
　　“Well，“thenursewenton，heavingsighsbetweeneachword，“I’mafraidhe’llbeputoutseeingmehavecoffeealong，youknowmen——“
　　“Butyouaretohavesome，“Emmarepeated；“Iwillgiveyousome。
　　Youbotherme!“
　　“Oh，dear!mypoor，dearlady!youseeinconsequenceofhiswoundshehasterriblecrampsinthechest。Heevensaysthatciderweakenshim。“
　　“Domakehaste，MereRollet!“
　　“Well，“thelattercontinued，makingacurtsey，“ifitweren’taskingtoomuch，“andshecurtsiedoncemore，“ifyouwould“——andhereyesbegged——“ajarofbrandy，“shesaidatlast，“andI’drubyourlittleone’sfeetwithit；they’reastenderasone’stongue。“
　　Onceridofthenurse，EmmaagaintookMonsieurLeon’sarm。Shewalkedfastforsometime，thenmoreslowly，andlookingstraightinfrontofher，hereyesrestedontheshoulderoftheyoungman，whosefrock-coathadablack-velvetycollar。Hisbrownhairfelloverit，straightandcarefullyarranged。ShenoticedhisnailswhichwerelongerthanoneworethematYonville。Itwasoneoftheclerk’schiefoccupationstotrimthem，andforthispurposehekeptaspecialknifeinhiswritingdesk。
　　TheyreturnedtoYonvillebythewater-side。Inthewarmseasonthebank，widerthanatothertimes，showedtotheirfootthegardenwallswhenceafewstepsledtotheriver。Itflowednoiselessly，swift，andcoldtotheeye；long，thingrasseshuddledtogetherinitasthecurrentdrovethem，andspreadthemselvesuponthelimpidwaterlikestreaminghair；sometimesatthetipofthereedsorontheleafofawater-lilyaninsectwithfinelegscrawledorrested。Thesunpiercedwitharaythesmallbluebubblesofthewavesthat，breaking，followedeachother；branchlessoldwillowsmirroredtheirgreybacksinthewater；beyond，allaround，themeadowsseemedempty。Itwasthedinner-houratthefarms，andtheyoungwomanandhercompanionheardnothingastheywalkedbutthefalloftheirstepsontheearthofthepath，thewordstheyspoke，andthesoundofEmma’sdressrustlingroundher。
　　Thewallsofthegardenswithpiecesofbottleontheircopingwerehotastheglasswindowsofaconservatory。Wallflowershadsprungupbetweenthebricks，andwiththetipofheropensunshadeMadameBovary，asshepassed，madesomeoftheirfadedflowerscrumbleintoayellowdust，orasprayofoverhanginghoneysuckleandclematiscaughtinitsfringeanddangledforamomentoverthesilk。
　　TheyweretalkingofatroupeofSpanishdancerswhowereexpectedshortlyattheRouentheatre。
　　“Areyougoing？“sheasked。
　　“IfIcan，“heanswered。