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The
next
day
,
at
dusk
,
she
received
a
visit
from
Monsieur
Lherueux
,
the
draper
.
He
was
a
man
of
ability
,
was
this
shopkeeper
.
Born
a
Gascon
but
bred
a
Norman
,
he
grafted
upon
his
southern
volubility
the
cunning
of
the
Cauchois
.
His
fat
,
flabby
,
beardless
face
seemed
dyed
by
a
decoction
of
liquorice
,
and
his
white
hair
made
even
more
vivid
the
keen
brilliance
of
his
small
black
eyes
.
No
one
knew
what
he
had
been
formerly
;
a
pedlar
said
some
,
a
banker
at
Routot
according
to
others
.
What
was
certain
was
that
he
made
complex
calculations
in
his
head
that
would
have
frightened
Binet
himself
.
Polite
to
obsequiousness
,
he
always
held
himself
with
his
back
bent
in
the
position
of
one
who
bows
or
who
invites
.
After
leaving
at
the
door
his
hat
surrounded
with
crape
,
he
put
down
a
green
bandbox
on
the
table
,
and
began
by
complaining
to
madame
,
with
many
civilities
,
that
he
should
have
remained
till
that
day
without
gaining
her
confidence
.
A
poor
shop
like
his
was
not
made
to
attract
a
"
fashionable
lady
"
;
he
emphasized
the
words
;
yet
she
had
only
to
command
,
and
he
would
undertake
to
provide
her
with
anything
she
might
wish
,
either
in
haberdashery
or
linen
,
millinery
or
fancy
goods
,
for
he
went
to
town
regularly
four
times
a
month
.
He
was
connected
with
the
best
houses
.
You
could
speak
of
him
at
the
"
Trois
Freres
,
"
at
the
"
Barbe
d'Or
,
"
or
at
the
"
Grand
Sauvage
"
;
all
these
gentlemen
knew
him
as
well
as
the
insides
of
their
pockets
.
To-day
,
then
he
had
come
to
show
madame
,
in
passing
,
various
articles
he
happened
to
have
,
thanks
to
the
most
rare
opportunity
.
And
he
pulled
out
half-a-dozen
embroidered
collars
from
the
box
.
Madame
Bovary
examined
them
.
"
I
do
not
require
anything
,
"
she
said
.
Then
Monsieur
Lheureux
delicately
exhibited
three
Algerian
scarves
,
several
packet
of
English
needles
,
a
pair
of
straw
slippers
,
and
finally
,
four
eggcups
in
cocoanut
wood
,
carved
in
open
work
by
convicts
.
Then
,
with
both
hands
on
the
table
,
his
neck
stretched
out
,
his
figure
bent
forward
,
open-mouthed
,
he
watched
Emma
's
look
,
who
was
walking
up
and
down
undecided
amid
these
goods
.
From
time
to
time
,
as
if
to
remove
some
dust
,
he
filliped
with
his
nail
the
silk
of
the
scarves
spread
out
at
full
length
,
and
they
rustled
with
a
little
noise
,
making
in
the
green
twilight
the
gold
spangles
of
their
tissue
scintillate
like
little
stars
.
"
How
much
are
they
?
"
"
A
mere
nothing
,
"
he
replied
,
"
a
mere
nothing
.
But
there
's
no
hurry
;
whenever
it
's
convenient
.
We
are
not
Jews
.
"
She
reflected
for
a
few
moments
,
and
ended
by
again
declining
Monsieur
Lheureux
's
offer
.
He
replied
quite
unconcernedly
--
"
Very
well
.
We
shall
understand
one
another
by
and
by
.
I
have
always
got
on
with
ladies
--
if
I
did
n't
with
my
own
!
"
