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He
had
infringed
the
law
of
the
19th
Ventose
,
year
xi.
,
article
I
,
which
forbade
all
persons
not
having
a
diploma
to
practise
medicine
;
so
that
,
after
certain
anonymous
denunciations
,
Homais
had
been
summoned
to
Rouen
to
see
the
procurer
of
the
king
in
his
own
private
room
;
the
magistrate
receiving
him
standing
up
,
ermine
on
shoulder
and
cap
on
head
.
It
was
in
the
morning
,
before
the
court
opened
.
In
the
corridors
one
heard
the
heavy
boots
of
the
gendarmes
walking
past
,
and
like
a
far-off
noise
great
locks
that
were
shut
.
The
druggist
's
ears
tingled
as
if
he
were
about
to
have
an
apoplectic
stroke
;
he
saw
the
depths
of
dungeons
,
his
family
in
tears
,
his
shop
sold
,
all
the
jars
dispersed
;
and
he
was
obliged
to
enter
a
cafe
and
take
a
glass
of
rum
and
seltzer
to
recover
his
spirits
.
Little
by
little
the
memory
of
this
reprimand
grew
fainter
,
and
he
continued
,
as
heretofore
,
to
give
anodyne
consultations
in
his
back-parlour
.
But
the
mayor
resented
it
,
his
colleagues
were
jealous
,
everything
was
to
be
feared
;
gaining
over
Monsieur
Bovary
by
his
attentions
was
to
earn
his
gratitude
,
and
prevent
his
speaking
out
later
on
,
should
he
notice
anything
.
So
every
morning
Homais
brought
him
"
the
paper
,
"
and
often
in
the
afternoon
left
his
shop
for
a
few
moments
to
have
a
chat
with
the
Doctor
.
Charles
was
dull
:
patients
did
not
come
.
He
remained
seated
for
hours
without
speaking
,
went
into
his
consulting
room
to
sleep
,
or
watched
his
wife
sewing
.
Then
for
diversion
he
employed
himself
at
home
as
a
workman
;
he
even
tried
to
do
up
the
attic
with
some
paint
which
had
been
left
behind
by
the
painters
.
But
money
matters
worried
him
.
He
had
spent
so
much
for
repairs
at
Tostes
,
for
madame
's
toilette
,
and
for
the
moving
,
that
the
whole
dowry
,
over
three
thousand
crowns
,
had
slipped
away
in
two
years
.
Then
how
many
things
had
been
spoilt
or
lost
during
their
carriage
from
Tostes
to
Yonville
,
without
counting
the
plaster
cure
,
who
falling
out
of
the
coach
at
an
over-severe
jolt
,
had
been
dashed
into
a
thousand
fragments
on
the
pavements
of
Quincampoix
!
A
pleasanter
trouble
came
to
distract
him
,
namely
,
the
pregnancy
of
his
wife
.
As
the
time
of
her
confinement
approached
he
cherished
her
the
more
.
It
was
another
bond
of
the
flesh
establishing
itself
,
and
,
as
it
were
,
a
continued
sentiment
of
a
more
complex
union
.
When
from
afar
he
saw
her
languid
walk
,
and
her
figure
without
stays
turning
softly
on
her
hips
;
when
opposite
one
another
he
looked
at
her
at
his
ease
,
while
she
took
tired
poses
in
her
armchair
,
then
his
happiness
knew
no
bounds
;
he
got
up
,
embraced
her
,
passed
his
hands
over
her
face
,
called
her
little
mamma
,
wanted
to
make
her
dance
,
and
half-laughing
,
half-crying
,
uttered
all
kinds
of
caressing
pleasantries
that
came
into
his
head
.
The
idea
of
having
begotten
a
child
delighted
him
.
Now
he
wanted
nothing
.
He
knew
human
life
from
end
to
end
,
and
he
sat
down
to
it
with
serenity
.
Emma
at
first
felt
a
great
astonishment
;
then
was
anxious
to
be
delivered
that
she
might
know
what
it
was
to
be
a
mother
.
But
not
being
able
to
spend
as
much
as
she
would
have
liked
,
to
have
a
swing-bassinette
with
rose
silk
curtains
,
and
embroidered
caps
,
in
a
fit
of
bitterness
she
gave
up
looking
after
the
trousseau
,
and
ordered
the
whole
of
it
from
a
village
needlewoman
,
without
choosing
or
discussing
anything
.
Thus
she
did
not
amuse
herself
with
those
preparations
that
stimulate
the
tenderness
of
mothers
,
and
so
her
affection
was
from
the
very
outset
,
perhaps
,
to
some
extent
attenuated
.
As
Charles
,
however
,
spoke
of
the
boy
at
every
meal
,
she
soon
began
to
think
of
him
more
consecutively
.
She
hoped
for
a
son
;
he
would
be
strong
and
dark
;
she
would
call
him
George
;
and
this
idea
of
having
a
male
child
was
like
an
expected
revenge
for
all
her
impotence
in
the
past
.
A
man
,
at
least
,
is
free
;
he
may
travel
over
passions
and
over
countries
,
overcome
obstacles
,
taste
of
the
most
far-away
pleasures
.
But
a
woman
is
always
hampered
.
At
once
inert
and
flexible
,
she
has
against
her
the
weakness
of
the
flesh
and
legal
dependence
.
Her
will
,
like
the
veil
of
her
bonnet
,
held
by
a
string
,
flutters
in
every
wind
;
there
is
always
some
desire
that
draws
her
,
some
conventionality
that
restrains
.
