Bovarywassearchingatthebottomofhispurseforacentime，andwithoutappearingtounderstandalltherewasofhumiliationforhiminthemerepresenceofthisman，whostoodtherelikeapersonifiedreproachtohisincurableincapacity。
　　“Hallo!you’veaprettybouquet，“hesaid，noticingLeon’svioletsonthechimney。
　　“Yes，“sherepliedindifferently；“it’sabouquetIboughtjustnowfromabeggar。“
　　Charlespickeduptheflowers，andfresheninghiseyes，redwithtears，againstthem，smeltthemdelicately。
　　Shetookthemquicklyfromhishandandputtheminaglassofwater。
　　ThenextdayMadameBovaryseniorarrived。Sheandhersonweptmuch。Emma，onthepretextofgivingorders，disappeared。Thefollowingdaytheyhadatalkoverthemourning。Theywentandsatdownwiththeirworkboxesbythewatersideunderthearbour。
　　Charleswasthinkingofhisfather，andwassurprisedtofeelsomuchaffectionforthisman，whomtillthenhehadthoughthecaredlittleabout。MadameBovaryseniorwasthinkingofherhusband。Theworstdaysofthepastseemedenviabletoher。Allwasforgottenbeneaththeinstinctiveregretofsuchalonghabit，andfromtimetotimewhilstshesewed，abigtearrolledalonghernoseandhungsuspendedthereamoment。Emmawasthinkingthatitwasscarcelyforty-eighthourssincetheyhadbeentogether，farfromtheworld，allinafrenzyofjoy，andnothavingeyesenoughtogazeuponeachother。Shetriedtorecalltheslightestdetailsofthatpastday。Butthepresenceofherhusbandandmother-in-lawworriedher。Shewouldhavelikedtohearnothing，toseenothing，soasnottodisturbthemeditationonherlove，that，dowhatshewould，becamelostinexternalsensations。
　　Shewasunpickingtheliningofadress，andthestripswerescatteredaroundher。MadameBovaryseniorwasplyingherscissorwithoutlookingup，andCharles，inhislistslippersandhisoldbrownsurtoutthatheusedasadressing-gown，satwithbothhandsinhispockets，anddidnotspeakeither；nearthemBerthe，inalittlewhitepinafore，wasrakingsandinthewalkswithherspade。SuddenlyshesawMonsieurLheureux，thelinendraper，comeinthroughthegate。
　　Hecametoofferhisservices“underthesadcircumstances。“Emmaansweredthatshethoughtshecoulddowithout。Theshopkeeperwasnottobebeaten。
　　“Ibegyourpardon，“hesaid，“butIshouldliketohaveaprivatetalkwithyou。“Theninalowvoice，“It’saboutthataffair——youknow。“
　　Charlescrimsonedtohisears。“Oh，yes!certainly。“Andinhisconfusion，turningtohiswife，“Couldn’tyou，mydarling？“
　　Sheseemedtounderstandhim，forsherose；andCharlessaidtohismother，“Itisnothingparticular。Nodoubt，somehouseholdtrifle。“Hedidnotwanthertoknowthestoryofthebill，fearingherreproaches。
　　Assoonastheywerealone，MonsieurLheureuxinsufficientlycleartermsbegantocongratulateEmmaontheinheritance，thentotalkofindifferentmatters，oftheespaliers，oftheharvest，andofhisownhealth，whichwasalwaysso-so，alwayshavingupsanddowns。Infact，hehadtoworkdevilishhard，althoughhedidn’tmakeenough，inspiteofallpeoplesaid，tofindbutterforhisbread。
　　Emmalethimtalkon。Shehadboredherselfsoprodigiouslythelasttwodays。
　　“Andsoyou’requitewellagain？“hewenton。“Mafoi!Isawyourhusbandinasadstate。He’sagoodfellow，thoughwedidhavealittlemisunderstanding。“
　　Sheaskedwhatmisunderstanding，forCharleshadsaidnothingofthedisputeaboutthegoodssuppliedtoher。
　　“Why，youknowwellenough，“criedLheureux。“Itwasaboutyourlittlefancies——thetravellingtrunks。“
　　Hehaddrawnhishatoverhiseyes，and，withhishandsbehindhisback，smilingandwhistling，helookedstraightatherinanunbearablemanner。Didhesuspectanything？
　　Shewaslostinallkindsofapprehensions。Atlast，however，hewenton——
　　“Wemadeitup，allthesame，andI’vecomeagaintoproposeanotherarrangement。“
　　ThiswastorenewthebillBovaryhadsigned。Thedoctor，ofcourse，woulddoashepleased；hewasnottotroublehimself，especiallyjustnow，whenhewouldhavealotofworry。“Andhewoulddobettertogiveitovertosomeoneelse——toyou，forexample。Withapowerofattorneyitcouldbeeasilymanaged，andthenweyouandIwouldhaveourlittlebusinesstransactionstogether。“
　　Shedidnotunderstand。Hewassilent。Then，passingtohistrade，Lheureuxdeclaredthatmadamemustrequiresomething。Hewouldsendherablackbarege，twelveyards，justenoughtomakeagown。
　　“Theoneyou’veonisgoodenoughforthehouse，butyouwantanotherforcalls。IsawthattheverymomentthatIcamein。
　　I’vetheeyeofanAmerican!“
　　Hedidnotsendthestuff；hebroughtit。Thenhecameagaintomeasureit；hecameagainonotherpretexts，alwaystryingtomakehimselfagreeable，useful，“enfeoffinghimself，“asHomaiswouldhavesaid，andalwaysdroppingsomehinttoEmmaaboutthepowerofattorney。Henevermentionedthebill；shedidnotthinkofit。Charles，atthebeginningofherconvalescence，hadcertainlysaidsomethingaboutittoher，butsomanyemotionshadpassedthroughherheadthatshenolongerrememberedit。
　　Besides，shetookcarenottotalkofanymoneyquestions。MadameBovaryseemedsurprisedatthis，andattributedthechangeinherwaystothereligioussentimentsshehadcontractedduringherillness。
　　Butassoonasshewasgone，EmmagreatlyastoundedBovarybyherpracticalgoodsense。Itwouldbenecessarytomakeinquiries，tolookintomortgages，andseeiftherewereanyoccasionforasalebyauctionoraliquidation。Shequotedtechnicaltermscasually，pronouncedthegrandwordsoforder，thefuture，foresight，andconstantlyexaggeratedthedifficultiesofsettlinghisfather’saffairssomuch，thatatlastonedaysheshowedhimtheroughdraftofapowerofattorneytomanageandadministerhisbusiness，arrangeallloans，signandendorseallbills，payallsums，etc。ShehadprofitedbyLheureux’slessons。
　　Charlesnaivelyaskedherwherethispapercamefrom。
　　“MonsieurGuillaumin“；andwiththeutmostcoolnesssheadded，“I
　　don’ttrusthimovermuch。Notarieshavesuchabadreputation。
　　Perhapsweoughttoconsult——weonlyknow——noone。“
　　“UnlessLeon——“repliedCharles，whowasreflecting。Butitwasdifficulttoexplainmattersbyletter。Thensheofferedtomakethejourney，buthethankedher。Sheinsisted。Itwasquiteacontestofmutualconsideration。Atlastshecriedwithaffectedwaywardness——
　　“No，Iwillgo!“
　　“Howgoodyouare!“hesaid，kissingherforehead。
　　Thenextmorningshesetoutinthe“Hirondelle“togotoRouentoconsultMonsieurLeon，andshestayedtherethreedays。
　　ChapterThreeTheywerethreefull，exquisitedays——atruehoneymoon。TheywereattheHotel-de-Boulogne，ontheharbour；andtheylivedthere，withdrawnblindsandcloseddoors，withflowersonthefloor，andicedsyrupswerebroughtthemearlyinthemorning。
　　Towardseveningtheytookacoveredboatandwenttodineononeoftheislands。Itwasthetimewhenonehearsbythesideofthedockyardthecaulking-malletssoundingagainstthehullofvessels。Thesmokeofthetarroseupbetweenthetrees；therewerelargefattydropsonthewater，undulatinginthepurplecolourofthesun，likefloatingplaquesofFlorentinebronze。
　　Theyroweddowninthemidstofmooredboats，whoselongobliquecablesgrazedlightlyagainstthebottomoftheboat。Thedinofthetowngraduallygrewdistant；therollingofcarriages，thetumultofvoices，theyelpingofdogsonthedecksofvessels。
　　Shetookoffherbonnet，andtheylandedontheirisland。
　　Theysatdowninthelow-ceilingedroomofatavern，atwhosedoorhungblacknets。Theyatefriedsmelts，creamandcherries。
　　Theylaydownuponthegrass；theykissedbehindthepoplars；andtheywouldfain，liketwoRobinsons，havelivedforeverinthislittleplace，whichseemedtothemintheirbeatitudethemostmagnificentonearth。Itwasnotthefirsttimethattheyhadseentrees，abluesky，meadows；thattheyhadheardthewaterflowingandthewindblowingintheleaves；but，nodoubt，theyhadneveradmiredallthis，asifNaturehadnotexistedbefore，orhadonlybeguntobebeautifulsincethegratificationoftheirdesires。
　　Atnighttheyreturned。Theboatglidedalongtheshoresoftheislands。Theysatatthebottom，bothhiddenbytheshade，insilence。Thesquareoarsrangintheironthwarts，and，inthestillness，seemedtomarktime，likethebeatingofametronome，whileatthesterntherudderthattrailedbehindneverceaseditsgentlesplashagainstthewater。
　　Oncethemoonrose；theydidnotfailtomakefinephrases，findingtheorbmelancholyandfullofpoetry。Sheevenbegantosing——
　　“Onenight，doyouremember，weweresailing，“etc。
　　Hermusicalbutweakvoicediedawayalongthewaves，andthewindscarriedoffthetrillsthatLeonheardpassliketheflappingofwingsabouthim。
　　Shewasoppositehim，leaningagainstthepartitionoftheshallop，throughoneofwhoseraisedblindsthemoonstreamedin。
　　Herblackdress，whosedraperyspreadoutlikeafan，madeherseemmoreslender，taller。Herheadwasraised，herhandsclasped，hereyesturnedtowardsheaven。Attimestheshadowofthewillowshidhercompletely；thenshereappearedsuddenly，likeavisioninthemoonlight。
　　Leon，onthefloorbyherside，foundunderhishandaribbonofscarletsilk。Theboatmanlookedatit，andatlastsaid