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Charles
,
at
the
beginning
of
her
convalescence
,
had
certainly
said
something
about
it
to
her
,
but
so
many
emotions
had
passed
through
her
head
that
she
no
longer
remembered
it
.
Besides
,
she
took
care
not
to
talk
of
any
money
questions
.
Madame
Bovary
seemed
surprised
at
this
,
and
attributed
the
change
in
her
ways
to
the
religious
sentiments
she
had
contracted
during
her
illness
.
But
as
soon
as
she
was
gone
,
Emma
greatly
astounded
Bovary
by
her
practical
good
sense
.
It
would
be
necessary
to
make
inquiries
,
to
look
into
mortgages
,
and
see
if
there
were
any
occasion
for
a
sale
by
auction
or
a
liquidation
.
She
quoted
technical
terms
casually
,
pronounced
the
grand
words
of
order
,
the
future
,
foresight
,
and
constantly
exaggerated
the
difficulties
of
settling
his
father
's
affairs
so
much
,
that
at
last
one
day
she
showed
him
the
rough
draft
of
a
power
of
attorney
to
manage
and
administer
his
business
,
arrange
all
loans
,
sign
and
endorse
all
bills
,
pay
all
sums
,
etc.
.
She
had
profited
by
Lheureux
's
lessons
.
Charles
naively
asked
her
where
this
paper
came
from
.
"
Monsieur
Guillaumin
"
;
and
with
the
utmost
coolness
she
added
,
"
I
do
n't
trust
him
overmuch
.
Notaries
have
such
a
bad
reputation
.
Perhaps
we
ought
to
consult
--
we
only
know
--
no
one
.
"
"
Unless
Leon
--
"
replied
Charles
,
who
was
reflecting
.
But
it
was
difficult
to
explain
matters
by
letter
.
Then
she
offered
to
make
the
journey
,
but
he
thanked
her
.
She
insisted
.
It
was
quite
a
contest
of
mutual
consideration
At
last
she
cried
with
affected
waywardness
--
"
No
,
I
will
go
!
"
"
How
good
you
are
!
"
he
said
,
kissing
her
forehead
.
The
next
morning
she
set
out
in
the
"
Hirondelle
"
to
go
to
Rouen
to
consult
Monsieur
Leon
,
and
she
stayed
there
three
days
.
They
were
three
full
,
exquisite
days
--
a
true
honeymoon
.
They
were
at
the
Hotel-de-Boulogne
,
on
the
harbour
;
and
they
lived
there
,
with
drawn
blinds
and
closed
doors
,
with
flowers
on
the
floor
,
and
iced
syrups
were
brought
them
early
in
the
morning
.
Towards
evening
they
took
a
covered
boat
and
went
to
dine
on
one
of
the
islands
.
It
was
the
time
when
one
hears
by
the
side
of
the
dockyard
the
caulking-mallets
sounding
against
the
hull
of
vessels
.
The
smoke
of
the
tar
rose
up
between
the
trees
;
there
were
large
fatty
drops
on
the
water
,
undulating
in
the
purple
colour
of
the
sun
,
like
floating
plaques
of
Florentine
bronze
.
