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"
I
only
mean
to
say
,
"
he
replied
in
less
brutal
a
tone
,
"
that
toleration
is
the
surest
way
to
draw
people
to
religion
.
"
"
That
is
true
!
that
is
true
!
"
agreed
the
good
fellow
,
sitting
down
again
on
his
chair
.
But
he
stayed
only
a
few
moments
.
Then
,
as
soon
as
he
had
gone
,
Monsieur
Homais
said
to
the
doctor
--
"
That
's
what
I
call
a
cock-fight
.
I
beat
him
,
did
you
see
,
in
a
way
!
--
Now
take
my
advice
.
Take
madame
to
the
theatre
,
if
it
were
only
for
once
in
your
life
,
to
enrage
one
of
these
ravens
,
hang
it
!
If
anyone
could
take
my
place
,
I
would
accompany
you
myself
.
Be
quick
about
it
.
Lagardy
is
only
going
to
give
one
performance
;
he
's
engaged
to
go
to
England
at
a
high
salary
.
From
what
I
hear
,
he
's
a
regular
dog
;
he
's
rolling
in
money
;
he
's
taking
three
mistresses
and
a
cook
along
with
him
.
All
these
great
artists
burn
the
candle
at
both
ends
;
they
require
a
dissolute
life
,
that
suits
the
imagination
to
some
extent
.
But
they
die
at
the
hospital
,
because
they
have
n't
the
sense
when
young
to
lay
by
.
Well
,
a
pleasant
dinner
!
Goodbye
till
to-morrow
.
"
The
idea
of
the
theatre
quickly
germinated
in
Bovary
's
head
,
for
he
at
once
communicated
it
to
his
wife
,
who
at
first
refused
,
alleging
the
fatigue
,
the
worry
,
the
expense
;
but
,
for
a
wonder
,
Charles
did
not
give
in
,
so
sure
was
he
that
this
recreation
would
be
good
for
her
.
He
saw
nothing
to
prevent
it
:
his
mother
had
sent
them
three
hundred
francs
which
he
had
no
longer
expected
;
the
current
debts
were
not
very
large
,
and
the
falling
in
of
Lheureux
's
bills
was
still
so
far
off
that
there
was
no
need
to
think
about
them
.
Besides
,
imagining
that
she
was
refusing
from
delicacy
,
he
insisted
the
more
;
so
that
by
dint
of
worrying
her
she
at
last
made
up
her
mind
,
and
the
next
day
at
eight
o'clock
they
set
out
in
the
"
Hirondelle
.
"
The
druggist
,
whom
nothing
whatever
kept
at
Yonville
,
but
who
thought
himself
bound
not
to
budge
from
it
,
sighed
as
he
saw
them
go
.
"
Well
,
a
pleasant
journey
!
"
he
said
to
them
;
"
happy
mortals
that
you
are
!
"
Then
addressing
himself
to
Emma
,
who
was
wearing
a
blue
silk
gown
with
four
flounces
--
"
You
are
as
lovely
as
a
Venus
.
You
'll
cut
a
figure
at
Rouen
.
"
