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Monsieur
Leon
sang
a
barcarolle
,
and
Madame
Bovary
,
senior
,
who
was
godmother
,
a
romance
of
the
time
of
the
Empire
;
finally
,
M.
Bovary
,
senior
,
insisted
on
having
the
child
brought
down
,
and
began
baptizing
it
with
a
glass
of
champagne
that
he
poured
over
its
head
.
This
mockery
of
the
first
of
the
sacraments
made
the
Abbe
Bournisien
angry
;
old
Bovary
replied
by
a
quotation
from
"
La
Guerre
des
Dieux
"
;
the
cure
wanted
to
leave
;
the
ladies
implored
,
Homais
interfered
;
and
they
succeeded
in
making
the
priest
sit
down
again
,
and
he
quietly
went
on
with
the
half-finished
coffee
in
his
saucer
.
Monsieur
Bovary
,
senior
,
stayed
at
Yonville
a
month
,
dazzling
the
native
by
a
superb
policeman
's
cap
with
silver
tassels
that
he
wore
in
the
morning
when
he
smoked
his
pipe
in
the
square
.
Being
also
in
the
habit
of
drinking
a
good
deal
of
brandy
,
he
often
sent
the
servant
to
the
Lion
d'Or
to
buy
him
a
bottle
,
which
was
put
down
to
his
son
's
account
,
and
to
perfume
his
handkerchiefs
he
used
up
his
daughter-in-law
's
whole
supply
of
eau-de-cologne
.
The
latter
did
not
at
all
dislike
his
company
.
He
had
knocked
about
the
world
,
he
talked
about
Berlin
,
Vienna
,
and
Strasbourg
,
of
his
soldier
times
,
of
the
mistresses
he
had
had
,
the
grand
luncheons
of
which
he
had
partaken
;
then
he
was
amiable
,
and
sometimes
even
,
either
on
the
stairs
,
or
in
the
garden
,
would
seize
hold
of
her
waist
,
crying
,
"
Charles
,
look
out
for
yourself
.
"
Then
Madame
Bovary
,
senior
,
became
alarmed
for
her
son
's
happiness
,
and
fearing
that
her
husband
might
in
the
long-run
have
an
immoral
influence
upon
the
ideas
of
the
young
woman
,
took
care
to
hurry
their
departure
.
Perhaps
she
had
more
serious
reasons
for
uneasiness
.
Monsieur
Bovary
was
not
the
man
to
respect
anything
.
One
day
Emma
was
suddenly
seized
with
the
desire
to
see
her
little
girl
,
who
had
been
put
to
nurse
with
the
carpenter
's
wife
,
and
,
without
looking
at
the
calendar
to
see
whether
the
six
weeks
of
the
Virgin
were
yet
passed
,
she
set
out
for
the
Rollets
'
house
,
situated
at
the
extreme
end
of
the
village
,
between
the
highroad
and
the
fields
.
It
was
mid-day
,
the
shutters
of
the
houses
were
closed
and
the
slate
roofs
that
glittered
beneath
the
fierce
light
of
the
blue
sky
seemed
to
strike
sparks
from
the
crest
of
the
gables
.
A
heavy
wind
was
blowing
;
Emma
felt
weak
as
she
walked
;
the
stones
of
the
pavement
hurt
her
;
she
was
doubtful
whether
she
would
not
go
home
again
,
or
go
in
somewhere
to
rest
.
At
this
moment
Monsieur
Leon
came
out
from
a
neighbouring
door
with
a
bundle
of
papers
under
his
arm
.
He
came
to
greet
her
,
and
stood
in
the
shade
in
front
of
the
Lheureux
's
shop
under
the
projecting
grey
awning
.
Madame
Bovary
said
she
was
going
to
see
her
baby
,
but
that
she
was
beginning
to
grow
tired
.
"
If
--
"
said
Leon
,
not
daring
to
go
on
.
"
Have
you
any
business
to
attend
to
?
"
she
asked
.
