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"
Well
,
you
must
think
it
over
.
We
'll
see
.
Night
brings
counsel
.
"
Then
to
Leon
,
who
was
walking
along
with
them
,
"
Now
that
you
are
in
our
part
of
the
world
,
I
hope
you
'll
come
and
ask
us
for
some
dinner
now
and
then
"
The
clerk
declared
he
would
not
fail
to
do
so
,
being
obliged
,
moreover
,
to
go
to
Yonville
on
some
business
for
his
office
.
And
they
parted
before
the
Saint-Herbland
Passage
just
as
the
clock
in
the
cathedral
struck
half-past
eleven
.
Monsieur
Leon
,
while
studying
law
,
had
gone
pretty
often
to
the
dancing-rooms
,
where
he
was
even
a
great
success
amongst
the
grisettes
,
who
thought
he
had
a
distinguished
air
.
He
was
the
best-mannered
of
the
students
;
he
wore
his
hair
neither
too
long
nor
too
short
,
did
n't
spend
all
his
quarter
's
money
on
the
first
day
of
the
month
,
and
kept
on
good
terms
with
his
professors
.
As
for
excesses
,
he
had
always
abstained
from
them
,
as
much
from
cowardice
as
from
refinement
.
Often
when
he
stayed
in
his
room
to
read
,
or
else
when
sitting
of
an
evening
under
the
lime-trees
of
the
Luxembourg
,
he
let
his
Code
fall
to
the
ground
,
and
the
memory
of
Emma
came
back
to
him
.
But
gradually
this
feeling
grew
weaker
,
and
other
desires
gathered
over
it
,
although
it
still
persisted
through
them
all
.
For
Leon
did
not
lose
all
hope
;
there
was
for
him
,
as
it
were
,
a
vague
promise
floating
in
the
future
,
like
a
golden
fruit
suspended
from
some
fantastic
tree
.
Then
,
seeing
her
again
after
three
years
of
absence
his
passion
reawakened
.
He
must
,
he
thought
,
at
last
make
up
his
mind
to
possess
her
.
Moreover
,
his
timidity
had
worn
off
by
contact
with
his
gay
companions
,
and
he
returned
to
the
provinces
despising
everyone
who
had
not
with
varnished
shoes
trodden
the
asphalt
of
the
boulevards
.
By
the
side
of
a
Parisienne
in
her
laces
,
in
the
drawing-room
of
some
illustrious
physician
,
a
person
driving
his
carriage
and
wearing
many
orders
,
the
poor
clerk
would
no
doubt
have
trembled
like
a
child
;
but
here
,
at
Rouen
,
on
the
harbour
,
with
the
wife
of
this
small
doctor
he
felt
at
his
ease
,
sure
beforehand
he
would
shine
.
Self-possession
depends
on
its
environment
.
We
do
n't
speak
on
the
first
floor
as
on
the
fourth
;
and
the
wealthy
woman
seems
to
have
,
about
her
,
to
guard
her
virtue
,
all
her
banknotes
,
like
a
cuirass
in
the
lining
of
her
corset
.
On
leaving
the
Bovarys
the
night
before
,
Leon
had
followed
them
through
the
streets
at
a
distance
;
then
having
seen
them
stop
at
the
"
Croix-Rouge
,
"
he
turned
on
his
heel
,
and
spent
the
night
meditating
a
plan
.
So
the
next
day
about
five
o'clock
he
walked
into
the
kitchen
of
the
inn
,
with
a
choking
sensation
in
his
throat
,
pale
cheeks
,
and
that
resolution
of
cowards
that
stops
at
nothing
.
"
The
gentleman
is
n't
in
,
"
answered
a
servant
.
This
seemed
to
him
a
good
omen
.
He
went
upstairs
.
