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"
That
is
true
,
"
replied
Emma
;
"
but
moving
about
always
amuses
me
.
I
like
change
of
place
.
"
"
It
is
so
tedious
,
"
sighed
the
clerk
,
"
to
be
always
riveted
to
the
same
places
.
"
"
If
you
were
like
me
,
"
said
Charles
,
"
constantly
obliged
to
be
in
the
saddle
"
--
"
But
,
"
Leon
went
on
,
addressing
himself
to
Madame
Bovary
,
"
nothing
,
it
seems
to
me
,
is
more
pleasant
--
when
one
can
,
"
he
added
.
"
Moreover
,
"
said
the
druggist
,
"
the
practice
of
medicine
is
not
very
hard
work
in
our
part
of
the
world
,
for
the
state
of
our
roads
allows
us
the
use
of
gigs
,
and
generally
,
as
the
farmers
are
prosperous
,
they
pay
pretty
well
.
We
have
,
medically
speaking
,
besides
the
ordinary
cases
of
enteritis
,
bronchitis
,
bilious
affections
,
etc.
,
now
and
then
a
few
intermittent
fevers
at
harvest-time
;
but
on
the
whole
,
little
of
a
serious
nature
,
nothing
special
to
note
,
unless
it
be
a
great
deal
of
scrofula
,
due
,
no
doubt
,
to
the
deplorable
hygienic
conditions
of
our
peasant
dwellings
.
Ah
!
you
will
find
many
prejudices
to
combat
,
Monsieur
Bovary
,
much
obstinacy
of
routine
,
with
which
all
the
efforts
of
your
science
will
daily
come
into
collision
;
for
people
still
have
recourse
to
novenas
,
to
relics
,
to
the
priest
,
rather
than
come
straight
to
the
doctor
of
the
chemist
.
The
climate
,
however
,
is
not
,
truth
to
tell
,
bad
,
and
we
even
have
a
few
nonagenarians
in
our
parish
.
The
thermometer
(
I
have
made
some
observations
)
falls
in
winter
to
4
degrees
Centigrade
at
the
outside
,
which
gives
us
24
degrees
Reaumur
as
the
maximum
,
or
otherwise
54
degrees
Fahrenheit
(
English
scale
)
,
not
more
.
And
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
we
are
sheltered
from
the
north
winds
by
the
forest
of
Argueil
on
the
one
side
,
from
the
west
winds
by
the
St.
Jean
range
on
the
other
;
and
this
heat
,
moreover
,
which
,
on
account
of
the
aqueous
vapours
given
off
by
the
river
and
the
considerable
number
of
cattle
in
the
fields
,
which
,
as
you
know
,
exhale
much
ammonia
,
that
is
to
say
,
nitrogen
,
hydrogen
and
oxygen
(
no
,
nitrogen
and
hydrogen
alone
)
,
and
which
sucking
up
into
itself
the
humus
from
the
ground
,
mixing
together
all
those
different
emanations
,
unites
them
into
a
stack
,
so
to
say
,
and
combining
with
the
electricity
diffused
through
the
atmosphere
,
when
there
is
any
,
might
in
the
long
run
,
as
in
tropical
countries
,
engender
insalubrious
miasmata
--
this
heat
,
I
say
,
finds
itself
perfectly
tempered
on
the
side
whence
it
comes
,
or
rather
whence
it
should
come
--
that
is
to
say
,
the
southern
side
--
by
the
south-eastern
winds
,
which
,
having
cooled
themselves
passing
over
the
Seine
,
reach
us
sometimes
all
at
once
like
breezes
from
Russia
.
"
"
At
any
rate
,
you
have
some
walks
in
the
neighbourhood
?
"
continued
Madame
Bovary
,
speaking
to
the
young
man
.
"
Oh
,
very
few
,
"
he
answered
.
"
There
is
a
place
they
call
La
Pature
,
on
the
top
of
the
hill
,
on
the
edge
of
the
forest
.
Sometimes
,
on
Sundays
,
I
go
and
stay
there
with
a
book
,
watching
the
sunset
.
"
"
I
think
there
is
nothing
so
admirable
as
sunsets
,
"
she
resumed
;
"
but
especially
by
the
side
of
the
sea
.
"
