“Whotoldme!“hereplied，ratherastonishedatherabrupttone。
　　“Why，Girard，whomImetjustnowatthedooroftheCafeFrancais。Hehasgoneonajourney，oristogo。“
　　Shegaveasob。
　　“Whatsurprisesyouinthat？Heabsentshimselflikethatfromtimetotimeforachange，and，mafoi，Ithinkhe’sright，whenonehasafortuneandisabachelor。Besides，hehasjollytimes，hasourfriend。He’sabitofarake。MonsieurLangloistoldme——“
　　Hestoppedforpropriety’ssakebecausetheservantcamein。Sheputbackintothebaskettheapricotsscatteredonthesideboard。
　　Charles，withoutnoticinghiswife’scolour，hadthembroughttohim，tookone，andbitintoit。
　　“Ah!perfect!“saidhe；“justtaste!“
　　Andhehandedherthebasket，whichsheputawayfromhergently。
　　“Dojustsmell!Whatanodour!“heremarked，passingitunderhernoseseveraltimes。
　　“Iamchoking，“shecried，leapingup。Butbyaneffortofwillthespasmpassed；then——
　　“Itisnothing，“shesaid，“itisnothing!Itisnervousness。Sitdownandgooneating。“Forshedreadedlestheshouldbeginquestioningher，attendingtoher，thatsheshouldnotbeleftalone。
　　Charles，toobeyher，satdownagain，andhespatthestonesoftheapricotsintohishands，afterwardsputtingthemonhisplate。
　　Suddenlyabluetilburypassedacrossthesquareatarapidtrot。
　　Emmautteredacryandfellbackrigidtotheground。
　　Infact，Rodolphe，aftermanyreflections，haddecidedtosetoutforRouen。Now，asfromLaHuchettetoBuchythereisnootherwaythanbyYonville，hehadtogothroughthevillage，andEmmahadrecognisedhimbytheraysofthelanterns，whichlikelightningflashedthroughthetwilight。
　　Thechemist，atthetumultwhichbrokeoutinthehouseranthither。Thetablewithalltheplateswasupset；sauce，meat，knives，thesalt，andcruet-standwerestrewnovertheroom；
　　Charleswascallingforhelp；Berthe，scared，wascrying；andFelicite，whosehandstrembled，wasunlacinghermistress，whosewholebodyshiveredconvulsively。
　　“I’llruntomylaboratoryforsomearomaticvinegar，“saidthedruggist。
　　Thenassheopenedhereyesonsmellingthebottle——
　　“Iwassureofit，“heremarked；“thatwouldwakeanydeadpersonforyou!“
　　“Speaktous，“saidCharles；“collectyourself；itisyourCharles，wholovesyou。Doyouknowme？See!hereisyourlittlegirl!Oh，kissher!“
　　Thechildstretchedoutherarmstohermothertoclingtoherneck。Butturningawayherhead，Emmasaidinabrokenvoice“No，no!noone!“
　　Shefaintedagain。Theycarriedhertoherbed。Shelaytherestretchedatfulllength，herlipsapart，hereyelidsclosed，herhandsopen，motionless，andwhiteasawaxenimage。Twostreamsoftearsflowedfromhereyesandfellslowlyuponthepillow。
　　Charles，standingup，wasatthebackofthealcove，andthechemist，nearhim，maintainedthatmeditativesilencethatisbecomingontheseriousoccasionsoflife。
　　“Donotbeuneasy，“hesaid，touchinghiselbow；“Ithinktheparoxysmispast。“
　　“Yes，sheisrestingalittlenow，“answeredCharles，watchinghersleep。“Poorgirl!poorgirl!Shehadgoneoffnow!“
　　ThenHomaisaskedhowtheaccidenthadcomeabout。Charlesansweredthatshehadbeentakenillsuddenlywhileshewaseatingsomeapricots。
　　“Extraordinary!“continuedthechemist。“Butitmightbethattheapricotshadbroughtonthesyncope。Somenaturesaresosensitivetocertainsmells；anditwouldevenbeaveryfinequestiontostudybothinitspathologicalandphysiologicalrelation。Thepriestsknowtheimportanceofit，theywhohaveintroducedaromaticsintoalltheirceremonies。Itistostupefythesensesandtobringonecstasies——athing，moreover，veryeasyinpersonsoftheweakersex，whoaremoredelicatethantheother。Somearecitedwhofaintatthesmellofburnthartshorn，ofnewbread——“
　　“Takecare；you’llwakeher!“saidBovaryinalowvoice。
　　“Andnotonly，“thedruggistwenton，“arehumanbeingssubjecttosuchanomalies，butanimalsalso。ThusyouarenotignorantofthesingularlyaphrodisiaceffectproducedbytheNepetacataria，vulgarlycalledcatmint，onthefelinerace；and，ontheotherhand，toquoteanexamplewhoseauthenticityIcananswerfor。
　　Bridauxoneofmyoldcomrades，atpresentestablishedintheRueMalpalupossessesadogthatfallsintoconvulsionsassoonasyouholdoutasnuff-boxtohim。Heoftenevenmakestheexperimentbeforehisfriendsathissummer-houseatGuillaumeWood。Wouldanyonebelievethatasimplesternutationcouldproducesuchravagesonaquadrupedalorganism？Itisextremelycurious，isitnot？“
　　“Yes，“saidCharles，whowasnotlisteningtohim。
　　“Thisshowsus，“wentontheother，smilingwithbenignself-sufficiency，“theinnumerableirregularitiesofthenervoussystem。Withregardtomadame，shehasalwaysseemedtome，I
　　confess，verysusceptible。AndsoIshouldbynomeansrecommendtoyou，mydearfriend，anyofthoseso-calledremediesthat，underthepretenceofattackingthesymptoms，attacktheconstitution。No；nouselessphysicking!Diet，thatisall；
　　sedatives，emollients，dulcification。Then，don’tyouthinkthatperhapsherimaginationshouldbeworkedupon？“
　　“Inwhatway？How？“saidBovary。
　　“Ah!thatisit。Suchisindeedthequestion。’Thatisthequestion，’asIlatelyreadinanewspaper。“
　　ButEmma，awaking，criedout——
　　“Theletter!theletter!“
　　Theythoughtshewasdelirious；andshewasbymidnight。
　　Brain-feverhadsetin。
　　Forforty-threedaysCharlesdidnotleaveher。Hegaveupallhispatients；henolongerwenttobed；hewasconstantlyfeelingherpulse，puttingonsinapismsandcold-watercompresses。HesentJustinasfarasNeufchatelforice；theicemeltedontheway；hesenthimbackagain。HecalledMonsieurCanivetintoconsultation；hesentforDr。Lariviere，hisoldmaster，fromRouen；hewasindespair。WhatalarmedhimmostwasEmma’sprostration，forshedidnotspeak，didnotlisten，didnotevenseemtosuffer，asifherbodyandsoulwerebothrestingtogetherafteralltheirtroubles。
　　AboutthemiddleofOctobershecouldsitupinbedsupportedbypillows。Charlesweptwhenhesawhereatherfirstbread-and-jelly。Herstrengthreturnedtoher；shegotupforafewhoursofanafternoon，andoneday，whenshefeltbetter，hetriedtotakeher，leaningonhisarm，forawalkroundthegarden。Thesandofthepathswasdisappearingbeneaththedeadleaves；shewalkedslowly，draggingalongherslippers，andleaningagainstCharles’sshoulder。Shesmiledallthetime。
　　Theywentthustothebottomofthegardenneartheterrace。Shedrewherselfupslowly，shadinghereyeswithherhandtolook。
　　Shelookedfaroff，asfarasshecould，butonthehorizonwereonlygreatbonfiresofgrasssmokingonthehills。
　　“Youwilltireyourself，mydarling!“saidBovary。And，pushinghergentlytomakehergointothearbour，“Sitdownonthisseat；you’llbecomfortable。“
　　“Oh!no；notthere!“shesaidinafalteringvoice。
　　Shewasseizedwithgiddiness，andfromthateveningherillnessrecommenced，withamoreuncertaincharacter，itistrue，andmorecomplexsymptoms。Nowshesufferedinherheart，theninthechest，thehead，thelimbs；shehadvomitings，inwhichCharlesthoughthesawthefirstsignsofcancer。
　　Andbesidesthis，thepoorfellowwasworriedaboutmoneymatters。
　　ChapterFourteenTobeginwith，hedidnotknowhowhecouldpayMonsieurHomaisforallthephysicsuppliedbyhim，andthough，asamedicalman，hewasnotobligedtopayforit，heneverthelessblushedalittleatsuchanobligation。Thentheexpensesofthehousehold，nowthattheservantwasmistress，becameterrible。Billsrainedinuponthehouse；thetradesmengrumbled；MonsieurLheureuxespeciallyharassedhim。Infact，attheheightofEmma’sillness，thelatter，takingadvantageofthecircumstancestomakehisbilllarger，hadhurriedlybroughtthecloak，thetravelling-bag，twotrunksinsteadofone，andanumberofotherthings。ItwasverywellforCharlestosayhedidnotwantthem。
　　Thetradesmanansweredarrogantlythatthesearticleshadbeenordered，andthathewouldnottakethemback；besides，itwouldvexmadameinherconvalescence；thedoctorhadbetterthinkitover；inshort，hewasresolvedtosuehimratherthangiveuphisrightsandtakebackhisgoods。Charlessubsequentlyorderedthemtobesentbacktotheshop。Feliciteforgot；hehadotherthingstoattendto；thenthoughtnomoreaboutthem。MonsieurLheureuxreturnedtothecharge，and，byturnsthreateningandwhining，somanagedthatBovaryendedbysigningabillatsixmonths。Buthardlyhadhesignedthisbillthanaboldideaoccurredtohim：itwastoborrowathousandfrancsfromLheureux。So，withanembarrassedair，heaskedifitwerepossibletogetthem，addingthatitwouldbeforayear，atanyinteresthewished。Lheureuxranofftohisshop，broughtbackthemoney，anddictatedanotherbill，bywhichBovaryundertooktopaytohisorderonthe1stofSeptembernextthesumofonethousandandseventyfrancs，which，withthehundredandeightyalreadyagreedto，madejusttwelvehundredandfifty，thuslendingatsixpercentinadditiontoone-fourthforcommission：