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Charles
,
at
his
wit
's
end
,
soon
had
recourse
to
the
eternal
Lheureux
,
who
swore
he
would
arrange
matters
if
the
doctor
would
sign
him
two
bills
,
one
of
which
was
for
seven
hundred
francs
,
payable
in
three
months
.
In
order
to
arrange
for
this
he
wrote
his
mother
a
pathetic
letter
.
Instead
of
sending
a
reply
she
came
herself
;
and
when
Emma
wanted
to
know
whether
he
had
got
anything
out
of
her
,
"
Yes
,
"
he
replied
;
"
but
she
wants
to
see
the
account
.
"
The
next
morning
at
daybreak
Emma
ran
to
Lheureux
to
beg
him
to
make
out
another
account
for
not
more
than
a
thousand
francs
,
for
to
show
the
one
for
four
thousand
it
would
be
necessary
to
say
that
she
had
paid
two-thirds
,
and
confess
,
consequently
,
the
sale
of
the
estate
--
a
negotiation
admirably
carried
out
by
the
shopkeeper
,
and
which
,
in
fact
,
was
only
actually
known
later
on
.
Despite
the
low
price
of
each
article
,
Madame
Bovary
senior
,
of
course
,
thought
the
expenditure
extravagant
.
"
Could
n't
you
do
without
a
carpet
?
Why
have
recovered
the
arm-chairs
?
In
my
time
there
was
a
single
arm-chair
in
a
house
,
for
elderly
persons
--
at
any
rate
it
was
so
at
my
mother
's
,
who
was
a
good
woman
,
I
can
tell
you
.
Everybody
ca
n't
be
rich
!
No
fortune
can
hold
out
against
waste
!
I
should
be
ashamed
to
coddle
myself
as
you
do
!
And
yet
I
am
old
.
I
need
looking
after
.
And
there
!
there
!
fitting
up
gowns
!
fallals
!
What
!
silk
for
lining
at
two
francs
,
when
you
can
get
jaconet
for
ten
sous
,
or
even
for
eight
,
that
would
do
well
enough
!
"
Emma
,
lying
on
a
lounge
,
replied
as
quietly
as
possible
--
"
Ah
!
Madame
,
enough
!
enough
!
"
The
other
went
on
lecturing
her
,
predicting
they
would
end
in
the
workhouse
.
But
it
was
Bovary
's
fault
.
Luckily
he
had
promised
to
destroy
that
power
of
attorney
.
"
What
?
"
"
Ah
!
he
swore
he
would
,
"
went
on
the
good
woman
.
Emma
opened
the
window
,
called
Charles
,
and
the
poor
fellow
was
obliged
to
confess
the
promise
torn
from
him
by
his
mother
.
Emma
disappeared
,
then
came
back
quickly
,
and
majestically
handed
her
a
thick
piece
of
paper
.
