Bovarywasfaraway。Hewaswalkingwithgreatstridesalongbythewall，neartheespalier，andhegroundhisteeth；heraisedtoheavenlooksofmalediction，butnotsomuchasaleafstirred。
　　Afinerainwasfalling：Charles，whosechestwasbare，atlastbegantoshiver；hewentinandsatdowninthekitchen。
　　Atsixo’clockanoiselikeaclatterofoldironwasheardonthePlace；itwasthe“Hirondelle“comingin，andheremainedwithhisforeheadagainstthewindowpane，watchingallthepassengersgetout，oneaftertheother。Feliciteputdownamattressforhiminthedrawing-room。Hethrewhimselfuponitandfellasleep。
　　Althoughaphilosopher，MonsieurHomaisrespectedthedead。SobearingnogrudgetopoorCharles，hecamebackagainintheeveningtositupwiththebody；bringingwithhimthreevolumesandapocket-bookfortakingnotes。
　　MonsieurBournisienwasthere，andtwolargecandleswereburningattheheadofthebed，thathadbeentakenoutofthealcove。
　　Thedruggist，onwhomthesilenceweighed，wasnotlongbeforehebeganformulatingsomeregretsaboutthis“unfortunateyoungwoman。“andthepriestrepliedthattherewasnothingtodonowbutprayforher。
　　“Yet，“Homaiswenton，“oneoftwothings；eithershediedinastateofgraceastheChurchhasit，andthenshehasnoneedofourprayers；orelseshedepartedimpertinentthatis，I
　　believe，theecclesiasticalexpression，andthen——“
　　Bournisieninterruptedhim，replyingtestilythatitwasnonethelessnecessarytopray。
　　“But，“objectedthechemist，“sinceGodknowsallourneeds，whatcanbethegoodofprayer？“
　　“What!“criedtheecclesiastic，“prayer!Why，aren’tyouaChristian？“
　　“Excuseme，“saidHomais；“IadmireChristianity。Tobeginwith，itenfranchisedtheslaves，introducedintotheworldamorality——“
　　“Thatisn’tthequestion。Allthetexts-“
　　“Oh!oh!Astotexts，lookathistory；it，isknownthatallthetextshavebeenfalsifiedbytheJesuits。“
　　Charlescamein，andadvancingtowardsthebed，slowlydrewthecurtains。
　　Emma’sheadwasturnedtowardsherrightshoulder，thecornerofhermouth，whichwasopen，seemedlikeablackholeatthelowerpartofherface；hertwothumbswerebentintothepalmsofherhands；akindofwhitedustbesprinkledherlashes，andhereyeswerebeginningtodisappearinthatviscouspallorthatlookslikeathinweb，asifspidershadspunitover。Thesheetsunkinfromherbreasttoherknees，andthenroseatthetipsofhertoes，anditseemedtoCharlesthatinfinitemasses，anenormousload，wereweighinguponher。
　　Thechurchclockstrucktwo。Theycouldheartheloudmurmuroftheriverflowinginthedarknessatthefootoftheterrace。
　　MonsieurBournisienfromtimetotimeblewhisnosenoisily，andHomais’penwasscratchingoverthepaper。
　　“Come，mygoodfriend，“hesaid，“withdraw；thisspectacleistearingyoutopieces。“
　　Charlesoncegone，thechemistandthecurerecommencedtheirdiscussions。
　　“ReadVoltaire，“saidtheone，“readD’Holbach，readthe’Encyclopaedia’!“
　　“Readthe’LettersofsomePortugueseJews，’“saidtheother；
　　“read’TheMeaningofChristianity，’byNicolas，formerlyamagistrate。“
　　Theygrewwarm，theygrewred，theybothtalkedatoncewithoutlisteningtoeachother。Bournisienwasscandalizedatsuchaudacity；Homaismarvelledatsuchstupidity；andtheywereonthepointofinsultingoneanotherwhenCharlessuddenlyreappeared。Afascinationdrewhim。Hewascontinuallycomingupstairs。
　　Hestoodoppositeher，thebettertoseeher，andhelosthimselfinacontemplationsodeepthatitwasnolongerpainful。
　　Herecalledstoriesofcatalepsy，themarvelsofmagnetism，andhesaidtohimselfthatbywillingitwithallhisforcehemightperhapssucceedinrevivingher。Onceheevenbenttowardshe，andcriedinalowvoice，“Emma!Emma!“Hisstrongbreathingmadetheflamesofthecandlestrembleagainstthewall。
　　AtdaybreakMadameBovaryseniorarrived。Charlesasheembracedherburstintoanotherfloodoftears。Shetried，asthechemisthaddone，tomakesomeremarkstohimontheexpensesofthefuneral。Hebecamesoangrythatshewassilent，andheevencommissionedhertogototownatonceandbuywhatwasnecessary。
　　Charlesremainedalonethewholeafternoon；theyhadtakenBerthetoMadameHomais’；FelicitewasintheroomupstairswithMadameLefrancois。
　　Intheeveninghehadsomevisitors。Herose，pressedtheirhands，unabletospeak。Thentheysatdownnearoneanother，andformedalargesemicircleinfrontofthefire。Withloweredfaces，andswingingonelegcrossedovertheotherknee，theyuttereddeepsighsatintervals；eachonewasinordinatelybored，andyetnonewouldbethefirsttogo。
　　Homais，whenhereturnedatnineo’clockforthelasttwodaysonlyHomaisseemedtohavebeenonthePlace，wasladenwithastockofcamphor，ofbenzine，andaromaticherbs。Healsocarriedalargejarfullofchlorinewater，tokeepoffallmiasmata。
　　Justthentheservant，MadameLefrancois，andMadameBovaryseniorwerebusyaboutEmma，finishingdressingher，andtheyweredrawingdownthelongstiffveilthatcoveredhertohersatinshoes。
　　Felicitewassobbing——“Ah!mypoormistress!mypoormistress!“
　　“Lookather，“saidthelandlady，sighing；“howprettyshestillis!Now，couldn’tyouswearshewasgoingtogetupinaminute？“
　　Thentheybentoverhertoputonherwreath。Theyhadtoraisetheheadalittle，andarushofblackliquidissued，asifshewerevomiting，fromhermouth。
　　“Oh，goodness!Thedress；takecare!“criedMadameLefrancois。
　　“Now，justcomeandhelp，“shesaidtothechemist。“Perhapsyou’reafraid？“
　　“Iafraid？“repliedhe，shrugginghisshoulders。“Idaresay!
　　I’veseenallsortsofthingsatthehospitalwhenIwasstudyingpharmacy。Weusedtomakepunchinthedissectingroom!
　　Nothingnessdoesnotterrifyaphilosopher；and，asIoftensay，Ievenintendtoleavemybodytothehospitals，inorder，lateron，toservescience。“
　　ThecureonhisarrivalinquiredhowMonsieurBovarywas，and，onthereplyofthedruggist，wenton——“Theblow，yousee，isstilltoorecent。“
　　ThenHomaiscongratulatedhimonnotbeingexposed，likeotherpeople，tothelossofabelovedcompanion；whencetherefollowedadiscussiononthecelibacyofpriests。
　　“For，“saidthechemist，“itisunnaturalthatamanshoulddowithoutwomen!Therehavebeencrimes——“
　　“But，goodheaven!“criedtheecclesiastic，“howdoyouexpectanindividualwhoismarriedtokeepthesecretsoftheconfessional，forexample？“
　　Homaisfellfouloftheconfessional。Bournisiendefendedit；heenlargedontheactsofrestitutionthatitbroughtabout。Hecitedvariousanecdotesaboutthieveswhohadsuddenlybecomehonest。Militarymenonapproachingthetribunalofpenitencehadfeltthescalesfallfromtheireyes。AtFribourgtherewasaminister——
　　Hiscompanionwasasleep。Thenhefeltsomewhatstifledbytheover-heavyatmosphereoftheroom；heopenedthewindow；thisawokethechemist。
　　“Come，takeapinchofsnuff，“hesaidtohim。“Takeit；it’llrelieveyou。“
　　Acontinualbarkingwasheardinthedistance。“Doyouhearthatdoghowling？“saidthechemist。
　　“Theysmellthedead，“repliedthepriest。“It’slikebees；theyleavetheirhivesonthedeceaseofanyperson。“
　　Homaismadenoremarkupontheseprejudices，forhehadagaindroppedasleep。MonsieurBournisien，strongerthanhe，wentonmovinghislipsgentlyforsometime，theninsensiblyhischinsankdown，heletfallhisbigblackboot，andbegantosnore。
　　Theysatoppositeoneanother，withprotrudingstomachs，puffed-upfaces，andfrowninglooks，aftersomuchdisagreementunitingatlastinthesamehumanweakness，andtheymovednomorethanthecorpsebytheirside，thatseemedtobesleeping。
　　Charlescomingindidnotwakethem。Itwasthelasttime；hecametobidherfarewell。
　　Thearomaticherbswerestillsmoking，andspiralsofbluishvapourblendedatthewindow-sashwiththefogthatwascomingin。Therewerefewstars，andthenightwaswarm。Thewaxofthecandlesfellingreatdropsuponthesheetsofthebed。Charleswatchedthemburn，tiringhiseyesagainsttheglareoftheiryellowflame。
　　Thewateringonthesatingownshimmeredwhiteasmoonlight。Emmawaslostbeneathit；anditseemedtohimthat，spreadingbeyondherownself，sheblendedconfusedlywitheverythingaroundher——
　　thesilence，thenight，thepassingwind，thedampodoursrisingfromtheground。