“PerhapsitbelongstothepartyItookouttheotherday。Alotofjollyfolk，gentlemenandladies，withcakes，champagne，cornets——everythinginstyle!Therewasoneespecially，atallhandsomemanwithsmallmoustaches，whowasthatfunny!Andtheyallkeptsaying，’Nowtellussomething，Adolphe——Dolpe，’I
　　think。“
　　Sheshivered。
　　“Youareinpain？“askedLeon，comingclosertoher。
　　“Oh，it’snothing!Nodoubt，itisonlythenightair。“
　　“Andwhodoesn’twantforwomen，either，“softlyaddedthesailor，thinkinghewaspayingthestrangeracompliment。
　　Then，spittingonhishands，hetooktheoarsagain。
　　Yettheyhadtopart。Theadieuxweresad。HewastosendhisletterstoMereRollet，andshegavehimsuchpreciseinstructionsaboutadoubleenvelopethatheadmiredgreatlyheramorousastuteness。
　　“Soyoucanassuremeitisallright？“shesaidwithherlastkiss。
　　“Yes，certainly。“
　　“Butwhy，“hethoughtafterwardsashecamebackthroughthestreetsalone，“isshesoveryanxioustogetthispowerofattorney？“
　　ChapterFourLeonsoonputonanairofsuperioritybeforehiscomrades，avoidedtheircompany，andcompletelyneglectedhiswork。
　　Hewaitedforherletters；here-readthem；hewrotetoher。Hecalledhertomindwithallthestrengthofhisdesiresandofhismemories。Insteadoflesseningwithabsence，thislongingtoseeheragaingrew，sothatatlastonSaturdaymorningheescapedfromhisoffice。
　　When，fromthesummitofthehill，hesawinthevalleybelowthechurch-spirewithitstinflagswinginginthewind，hefeltthatdelightmingledwithtriumphantvanityandegoistictendernessthatmillionairesmustexperiencewhentheycomebacktotheirnativevillage。
　　Hewentramblingroundherhouse。Alightwasburninginthekitchen。Hewatchedforhershadowbehindthecurtains，butnothingappeared。
　　MereLefrancois，whenshesawhim，utteredmanyexclamations。Shethoughthe“hadgrownandwasthinner，“whileArtemise，onthecontrary，thoughthimstouteranddarker。
　　Hedinedinthelittleroomasofyore，butalone，withoutthetax-gatherer；forBinet，tiredofwaitingforthe“Hirondelle，“
　　haddefinitelyputforwardhismealonehour，andnowhedinedpunctuallyatfive，andyethedeclaredusuallythericketyoldconcern“waslate。“
　　Leon，however，madeuphismind，andknockedatthedoctor’sdoor。Madamewasinherroom，anddidnotcomedownforaquarterofanhour。Thedoctorseemeddelightedtoseehim，butheneverstirredoutthatevening，norallthenextday。
　　Hesawheraloneintheevening，verylate，behindthegardeninthelane；inthelane，asshehadtheotherone!Itwasastormynight，andtheytalkedunderanumbrellabylightningflashes。
　　Theirseparationwasbecomingintolerable。“Iwouldratherdie!“
　　saidEmma。Shewaswrithinginhisarms，weeping。“Adieu!adieu!
　　WhenshallIseeyouagain？“
　　Theycamebackagaintoembraceoncemore，anditwasthenthatshepromisedhimtofindsoon，bynomatterwhatmeans，aregularopportunityforseeingoneanotherinfreedomatleastonceaweek。Emmaneverdoubtedsheshouldbeabletodothis。Besides，shewasfullofhope。Somemoneywascomingtoher。
　　Onthestrengthofitsheboughtapairofyellowcurtainswithlargestripesforherroom，whosecheapnessMonsieurLheureuxhadcommended；shedreamedofgettingacarpet，andLheureux，declaringthatitwasn’t“drinkingthesea，“politelyundertooktosupplyherwithone。Shecouldnolongerdowithouthisservices。Twentytimesadayshesentforhim，andheatonceputbyhisbusinesswithoutamurmur。PeoplecouldnotunderstandeitherwhyMereRolletbreakfastedwithhereveryday，andevenpaidherprivatevisits。
　　Itwasaboutthistime，thatistosay，thebeginningofwinter，thatsheseemedseizedwithgreatmusicalfervour。
　　OneeveningwhenCharleswaslisteningtoher，shebeganthesamepiecefourtimesover，eachtimewithmuchvexation，whilehe，notnoticinganydifference，cried——
　　“Bravo!verygoodlYouarewrongtostop。Goon!“
　　“Oh，no；itisexecrable!Myfingersarequiterusty。“
　　Thenextdayhebeggedhertoplayhimsomethingagain。
　　“Verywell；topleaseyou!“
　　AndCharlesconfessedshehadgoneoffalittle。Sheplayedwrongnotesandblundered；then，stoppingshort——
　　“Ah!itisnouse。Ioughttotakesomelessons；but——“Shebitherlipsandadded，“Twentyfrancsalesson，that’stoodear!“
　　“Yes，soitis——rather，“saidCharles，gigglingstupidly。“Butitseemstomethatonemightbeabletodoitforless；forthereareartistsofnoreputation，andwhoareoftenbetterthanthecelebrities。“
　　“Findthem!“saidEmma。
　　Thenextdaywhenhecamehomehelookedathershyly，andatlastcouldnolongerkeepbackthewords。
　　“Howobstinateyouaresometimes!IwenttoBarfucheresto-day。
　　Well，MadameLiegardassuredmethatherthreeyoungladieswhoareatLaMisericordehavelessonsatfiftysousapiece，andthatfromanexcellentmistress!“
　　Sheshruggedhershouldersanddidnotopenherpianoagain。ButwhenshepassedbyitifBovarywerethere，shesighed——
　　“Ah!mypoorpiano!“
　　Andwhenanyonecametoseeher，shedidnotfailtoinformthemshehadgivenupmusic，andcouldnotbeginagainnowforimportantreasons。Thenpeoplecommiseratedher——
　　“Whatapity!shehadsomuchtalent!“
　　TheyevenspoketoBovaryaboutit。Theyputhimtoshame，andespeciallythechemist。
　　“Youarewrong。Oneshouldneverletanyofthefacultiesofnatureliefallow。Besides，justthink，mygoodfriend，thatbyinducingmadametostudy；youareeconomisingonthesubsequentmusicaleducationofyourchild。Formyownpart，Ithinkthatmothersoughtthemselvestoinstructtheirchildren。ThatisanideaofRousseau’s，stillrathernewperhaps，butthatwillendbytriumphing，Iamcertainofit，likemothersnursingtheirownchildrenandvaccination。“
　　SoCharlesreturnedoncemoretothisquestionofthepiano。Emmarepliedbitterlythatitwouldbebettertosellit。Thispoorpiano，thathadgivenhervanitysomuchsatisfaction——toseeitgowastoBovaryliketheindefinablesuicideofapartofherself。
　　“Ifyouliked，“hesaid，“alessonfromtimetotime，thatwouldn’tafterallbeveryruinous。“
　　“Butlessons，“shereplied，“areonlyofusewhenfollowedup。“
　　Andthusitwasshesetaboutobtainingherhusband’spermissiontogototownonceaweektoseeherlover。Attheendofamonthshewasevenconsideredtohavemadeconsiderableprogress。
　　ChapterFiveShewentonThursdays。Shegotupanddressedsilently，inordernottoawakenCharles，whowouldhavemaderemarksabouthergettingreadytooearly。Nextshewalkedupanddown，wenttothewindows，andlookedoutatthePlace。Theearlydawnwasbroadeningbetweenthepillarsofthemarket，andthechemist’sshop，withtheshuttersstillup，showedinthepalelightofthedawnthelargelettersofhissignboard。
　　Whentheclockpointedtoaquarterpastseven，shewentofftothe“Liond’Or，“whosedoorArtemiseopenedyawning。Thegirlthenmadeupthecoalscoveredbythecinders，andEmmaremainedaloneinthekitchen。Nowandagainshewentout。Hivertwasleisurelyharnessinghishorses，listening，moreover，toMereLefrancois，who，passingherheadandnightcapthroughagrating，wascharginghimwithcommissionsandgivinghimexplanationsthatwouldhaveconfusedanyoneelse。Emmakeptbeatingthesolesofherbootsagainstthepavementoftheyard。
　　Atlast，whenhehadeatenhissoup，putonhiscloak，lightedhispipe，andgraspedhiswhip，hecalmlyinstalledhimselfonhisseat。
　　The“Hirondelle“startedataslowtrot，andforaboutamilestoppedhereandtheretopickuppassengerswhowaitedforit，standingattheborderoftheroad，infrontoftheiryardgates。
　　Thosewhohadsecuredseatstheeveningbeforekeptitwaiting；
　　someevenwerestillinbedintheirhouses。Hivertcalled，shouted，swore；thenhegotdownfromhisseatandwentandknockedloudlyatthedoors。Thewindblewthroughthecrackedwindows。
　　Thefourseats，however，filledup。Thecarriagerolledoff；rowsofapple-treesfollowedoneuponanother，andtheroadbetweenitstwolongditches，fullofyellowwater，rose，constantlynarrowingtowardsthehorizon。
　　Emmaknewitfromendtoend；sheknewthatafterameadowtherewasasign-post，nextanelm，abarn，orthehutofalime-kilntender。Sometimeseven，inthehopeofgettingsomesurprise，sheshuthereyes，butsheneverlosttheclearperceptionofthedistancetobetraversed。