Emma Bovary is the wife of the doctor of a country, her marriage is really boring. She imagines dreams of love and passion and reads novels to find the satisfaction that she doesn’t have with her husband.
This book is about a woman who is an unfaithful wife, and it is also a study of the attitudes and rules of the middle-class society.
The author of this book is Gustave Flaubert; he was born in France in 1821. Flaubert always was in contact with doctors. He began his career writing in a small magazine in 1837.
In 1841, he became a law student in Paris, and in 1846 he met to Louise Colect and she was his lover but they broke their relationship in 1855.
Flaubert started to write Madame Bovary because he knew a doctor who died after he was deceived by his wife.
Gustave Flaubert died in 1880 in a sudden form.
Chapter 1 Failure and Success
The older Monsieur Bovary had been a good-looking man with a big moustache. He was an impressive man, and although he wore expensive clothes. His good looks and ability to sell him did, nevertheless, win him a wife with a good income. After that he lived for two or three years on her money. He lived very well and he also never goes to sleep after the theatres and cafes were closed.
When his father-in-law died, the old man left little money to his daughter. Monsieur Bovary tried to start a textile business but lost a lot of money and he decided to retired into the country with the idea of showing the people there how to run a farm. But he knew as little about agriculture as he did about textiles. After that he discovered that he had little chance of making a fortune. Around this time he found a place on the borders of Caux and Picardy half farm, half private house, which he could rent for two hundred francs a year. He took it and there, an angry man at war with the rest of the world, he shut himself up at the age of forty-five. At the beginning, his wife had loved him above all others, but this only seemed to add to his dislike of the world and he never had a kind word for her. She was always on her feet, always busy, knowing exactly when the next bills have to be paid.
When the first Madame Bovary had a child, it became the centre of her world. The child´s father said it would be more natural not to give him clothes and not to let him run around like a young animal. The child makes a little progress in this kind of education. His mother always kept close to her, she dreamed he would be famous. When he reached the age of twelve, his mother managed to arrange for him begin his studies with the priest, but the lesson were so short and badly organized that they did not do him much good. By the time young Charles was thirteen, even his father saw that something must be done, and Charlie left his unhappy home to spend three years in the College at Rouen, at the end of three years, his mother took him away from the College, with the plan that he should study medicine. The course was too difficult for him, but his mother still believed in him. First he must have somewhere to work and then he must find a wife. The first problem was sold and Charles became the next doctor, and after that he found a wife. His wife was in charge, she told him what to say and what not to say, but he didn´t love her, he loved someone else.
Chapter 2 Mademoiselle Emma
One, night Charles met Mademoiselle Emma in her father´s (Monsieur Rouault) farm named Lex Bertaux because he were sick and Charles went to checked him; the next day Charles return to the farm and he went twice a week. After 46 days Monsieur Rouault was relief.
Not only Charles began to enjoy the visits, but also he liked the sound of Mademoiselle Emma´s wooden shoes on the clean stone floor of the kitchen. Charles´ wife, who was unattractive, was insecure about Mademoiselle Emma, so he decided to stop the visits to Lex Bertaux, but now that he could not see Mademoiselle Emma he decided he could love her.
This unhappy situation lasted for several months until, one day in the early spring, the lawyer who had looked after Madame Bovary´s affairs left down with all his clients´ money. She still had a share in a ship that was worth 6000 francs, and her house in Dieppe, but there was nothing left of that fortune and she had been so proud of. When the Charles´ father knew the truth was so angry.
A week later she found that she was spitting blood. The next day, while Charles had his back to her, opening the curtains, she cried out, “oh, God”, and felt down. She was dead!.
When the funeral was over, Charles returned to his house. He went up into the bedroom and saw her dress hanging up at the foot of the bed. He stayed there until it was dark, lost in sorrowful thought. After all, perhaps she had loved him.
Chapter 3 A New Wife
Père Rouault came to pay Charles for his treatment, and to say how sorry he was to hear about his wife’s death. Rouault did his best to make the doctor feel comfortable, and Charles was surprised to find himself laughing. When he remembered his wife he became serious again. Charles’ life changed completely in all the aspects after his wife death like when this occurred when his wife’s death had been rather good for him professionally because, his name had been heard and his practice had increased.
He arrived at the farm one day at about three o’clock; between the window and the fireplace Emma (Père's daughter) sat sewing. She persuaded him to have a glass with her, and then they drank the entire bottle. Emma began to talk about her convent school and Charles about his college days, she told to about her life and all that she wants to do. That night, as he was riding home, Charles thinks in all that the girl said and if she would marry and with she would do. But he thought kept coming to him: “The doctor wants a wife. Yes the doctor wants a wife”.
Père Rouault was happy because his friend could be now his son-in-law because Charles was well educated and hard worker. And he says to Charlie that he helps to him to ask this to Emma, little time latter she accepted the proposal. So they married but the wedding lasted for many days because he wanted everyone to remember it.
Chapter 4 Two Worlds
The front of the house looked straight on the street. Hanging up behind the front door were the doctors coat,, a belt, a black leather cap and, on the floor in the corner, pair of boots covered with dried mud. To the right was the sitting room; on the other side of the passage was Charles consulting room. Emma went up to see the bedrooms there was no furniture in the first one but in the second, their bedroom. Charles was a happy man now; it was the first time in his life that he had tasted such happiness.
Before Emma married, she too had thought she was in love, but the happiness that should have come from love was somehow missing, she think that maybe she had made a mistake. She tried hard to understand what, exactly the words joy, love, desire meant, novels had always seemed more real to her than the life she had to live.
When she was at her convent school, a teacher sometimes secretly lent such books to the older girls. Later, after her mother died, she even fell in love with the church and thought of staying in the convent. But in her last year of school, she began to lose her interest in religion, when her father took her away, her teachers were not sorry to see her go. On her return home, Emma tried to find an interest in managing her father´s house, but she soon grew tired of the country and wished herself back in her convent. But she knew Charles and she get married with him.
Towards the end of September, however, an extraordinary event happened in her life: she was invited to la Vaubyessard, the home of the Marquis d´Andervilliers. During the summer the Marquis man had a painful infection, which Charles had managed to cure before it became really serious. The servant who was sent to Tostes to pay for the treatment told his master, when he got back, that he had seen come splendid cherries in the doctor´s little garden, and the Marquis asked Bovary to let him have a few baskets, After this the Marquis decided that he would not harm his chances in the coming vote if he sent the young people an invitation to his house. The castle la Vaubyessard a large building in sixteenth century style, stood in the centre of parkland.
The Marquis came forward and, offering his arm to the doctor´s lady, walked with her into the hall. When the Marquis opened the door for them, one of the ladies rose(it was the Marquise herself) and came forward to welcome Emma. At seven o´clock dinner was served after dinner there was dancing; Emma’s heart beat faster when, her partner holding her by the tips of her fingers, she took her place in line and stood waiting for the dance to begin, the memories of her past life, wich until then had always been so clear, disappeared so completely in the magic of the moment that she could hardly persuade herself they were not a dream. The Bovarys said the goodbyes to the Marquis and Marquise and turned their horse´s head towards Tostes and home.
The memory of this visit to the castle became part of Emma´s life. Each Wednesday she would sigh as she awoke and say to herself, “A week ago today … a fortnight ago … three weeks ago, I was there!
Chapter 5 Moving Home
Emma wanted to live in Paris, one day she bought a guidebook and she wanted to go to Paris. Charles worked farm by farm, visiting sick people, and when he arrived home Emma was waiting for him.
Charles had some ambitions, so as time went on, Emma felt herself less and less able to put up with her husband. He was growing more unpleasant as he got older. He was beginning to put on weight, his eyes were small, looks as if they would start to disappear into his increasingly fat face.
She would lean her head against the wall and weep, wanting so much for a life of excitement, pleasures, all the delights which must be out there in the world, but which were not hears.
As she was always saying how she hated Tostes, Charles thought her illness must be caused by the place itself. It was hard to Charles leave Tostes.
One day, Emma felt something sharp against her finger. In March, when they left Tostes, Madame Bovary was pregnant.
Chapter 6 Yonville
Yonville-l’ Abbaye is a market town about twenty six kilometers from Rouen; until 1835 there was no good road to Yonville, and although a new one has been built. The Town Hall is a large, important-looking building.
The pharmacy is especially attractive at night when the lamps are lit and the big red and green glass bottles in the window send long beams of colored light far out along the ground. Tomorrow was market day and she still had the meat to cook. Then there was the meal for her regular customers, as well as for the new doctor and his wife and maid. A man in soft green leather shoes, a smoking cap on his head, was standing warming his back by the fire.
As soon as the coach stopped, other villagers came to the inn, and all began to speak at once, asking for news, explanations and packages they had been waiting for. They had been delayed because Madame Bovary’s little dog had run away and had not been found. Emma had, in fact, been crying for the last hour. Dog or no dog, they had arrived at their new home, and had to leave the coach.
Homais introduced himself, offered his services to Madame and his respects to Monsieur.
Monsieur Léon Dupuis found life in Yonville, he was therefore with some pleasure that he accepted the suggestion that he should sit down with the Bovarys. At the dinner he talked about anyone likes to stay in only one place. They continued talking of Switzerland and Italy, which they had never visited, and music, which neither of them could play, and reading.
The house felt damp and cold after the warmth of the inn. The walls were new and the wooden stairs had no carpet. This would be the fourth time Emma had slept in a new bedroom. The first was when she went to the convent to the convent, the second when she came to Tostes, the third at La Vaubyessard, and now this was the fourth. The most recent period of her life had been bad, so the next part would have to be better.
Chapter 7 In Love
Emma saw the clerk walking across the square. He looked up and took off his hat. She gave a little nod and quickly shut the window. Every morning, Homais would come across with the newspaper and often, during the afternoon, he would leave his shop for a minute or two to chat with the new doctor. Charles was not a happy man; patients did not come. He sat for hour after hour in silence, or he went to sleep in his surgery or watched his wife sew.
But Charles also had something pleasant to think about, as his wife was expecting a child, and the closer they got to the time, the more loving he became. It was another link between them, real evidence of their marriage. At first Emma was surprised by his attention; then all she wanted was to have the baby as soon as possible, so what she would know how it felt to be a mother.
he hoped it would be a boy. He should be strong and dark, and they would call him George.
Emma´s baby was born on a Sunday morning at about six, just as the sun was rising. It´s a girl, said Charles, she turned away her head and fainted. The pharmacist offered his congratulations through the half-open door. He then asked to see the baby and declared it was the most well formed he had ever seen.
Emma tried to think of a named of her daughter. First she went though names with Italian endings, like Clara, Louisa, Amanda. Charles wanted the child to be called after her mother. Emma said no, she had hear the Marquise call a young woman by the name of Berthe. That decision was made.
León walked up and down the room. It seemed strange to him to see this beautiful, elegantly dressed woman in such poor surroundings. Madame Bovary saw him looking and blushed bright red. He turned away, thinking he had perhaps seemed too curious, as she gave the baby back to the nurse. It had just been sick all over her collar. Having lost enthusiasm for her baby, Emma again took Monsieur León’s arm, and they left the nurse holding the child and waving as they went down. As she looked around her, her eyes rested on the young man´s shoulder and on his well-cut coat with its smart black collar. She noticed how his golden brown hair was smooth and carefully brushed, and that his fingernails were longer and much more carefully cared for than most fingernails in Yonville.
After that, they started to spend time together and doing a lot of things. The problem for León, however, was to know what sort of friend Madame Bovary might be. They gave each other small presents, they were happy in each other´s company, but would there be more?
But Emma did not ask herself if she was in love, love she though, was something that must come suddenly, like a great thunderstorm, blowing away your old life and carrying your heart and soul away, to heaven or to hell.
Chapter 8 A Dream Ends
Her manner and conversation changed completely, she became interested in housekeeping and started going to church regularly. She told everyone those she love children.
When Charles got home, he would find his chair ready. Emma became thinner and paler,. She was so sad and so calm, so gentle and, at the same time, so distant. She changed her attitudes.
She was in love with Leon, but she did not want to see him, and she did not know what to do. What made it harder to bear was that Charles had no understanding of what she was going through, and she began to hate him for his lack of feeling.
She would have liked Charles to beat her so that she could have a reason for hating him. She was torn between a love she could no t admit to, and a hatred she could not show.
Leon was unhappy; he began to plan a new life for himself. Leon kissed Emma several times in her neck.
Madame Bovary had her back him, her face against the glass of the window. Leon was holding his cap in his hand and beating it gently against his thigh.
He release her hand, their eyes met for a moment, and he was gone.
Chapter 9 Starting Again
The next day, for Emma, was like a funeral. She asked herself gain and again why she had not taken the chance when it was offered to her. She cursed herself for not giving her love to Léon; she was thirsty for his lips. And so the memory of León became the centre of her sorrow. A woman who has given up as much as she had, had the right to a few luxuries.
Charles went and shut himself in the surgery and wept. The Bovary household had become a place of unhappiness again life in Yonville.
Charles came into the room, and Monsieur Boulanger presented his man, who said he wanted to be bled to cure his dizziness. When things had become calmer, they began to talk about fainting attacks. Madame Bovary said she had never had one herself.
Once more Randolph imagined Emma, dressed as he had seen her, and he started to undress her in his mind. He saw him coming and walked more quickly but then, as Madame Bovary was getting out of breath, he slowed down. The judging was now going on and the farmers, lined up one after another, were all crowding into a ring. By now, Emma and Monsieur Boulanger had come round to the field. So they walked on arm in arm, ignoring the arrival of the guest of honor, Emma leaning against this strong man with such pain in his heart.
Rodolphe had move neared to Emma, and said to her in a low voice, speaking rapidly, “Don’t society’s demands disgust you?” Lifting his face towards Emma, he looked closely at her. Suddenly the wind rose, shaking the curtains and causing the peasant women in the square to hold on to the wings of their white hats.
They said goodbye at her front door, after which he went and walked in the fields near the river.
Chapter 10 Presents for a lover
Six weeks went by, and Rodolphe did not contact Emma “I must not go back too soon”, he had said to himself. “It would be a mistake”. The week after the shadow, he went off shooting. When she hunting was over he wondered if he had left it too long, but then he thought to himself, “If she loved me from the first day, by now she will loved me even more, I will let her wait”.
Rodolphe remained standing, and Emma was barely able to answer his first greeting. He looked at her again, but with such look of love that she lowered her eyes with blush. Emma! He began again. Sir! She cried, moving back a little. Ah! You see perfectly well now that I was right not to return´, he said sadly, ´but I have been thinking of you; and today something I don´t know what, made me come to you. Who can help falling in love with someone who is so beautiful, so charming?
It was the first time in her life Emma had heard such words, she turned towards him with tears in her eyes. ´Oh, how kind you are! She said. ´No, he said, ´I love you, that’s all. Madame Bovary said she would be happy to do this, and they were just getting up when Charles came in.
´Good morning, Doctor.’ said Rodolphe. ´Madame.’ he continued, ´was talking to me about her health. I was saying that a little horse riding might be a good thing.´
´An excellent idea, you should do that, darling.´ And that was the end of the visit. When Emma´s riding clothes were ready, Charles wrote to Monsieur Boulanger saying that his wife could go any time, and that they were grateful for his kind offer.
It was early in October, Rodolphe and Emma turned off and rode along the edge of the wood. She turned away her head every now and again to avoid his eyes, and saw only the trunks of the trees. With a deep sigh she threw back her head, giving her white neck to his kisses and, almost fainting, in tears, her whole body shaking with emotion, hiding her face in her hands, she surrendered herself to him. When she was alone in her room after dinner, she looked at herself in the mirror and was amazed at her own face, never had her eyes looked so big, so dark, so deep. It was as if she had become another woman.
The time she had with him was to short too, so whenever Charles was called out early, Emma got up, threw on some clothes and ran through the fields to Rodolphe´s house. But one day when she came in unexpectedly, a look of annoyance passed over his face, he tould her that he was worried about these early morning visits. People would start talking about her, they need another meeting place. Rodolphe said he would look out for a house outside Yonville where they could be together, and when it was quite dark, the only place they could find was Emma´s garden. They would come together there after Charles had gone to sleep. One night when they meet in the garden, they make a deal and said that he would take her away with her little girl.
On the evening of the last Saturday in Yonville, Rodolphe came to see her earlier than usual. Its everything ready? She asked, yes! He answered. Tomorrow then said Emma, and she watched him go. After a few minutes Rodolphe stopped and think ´What a fool I am! For a moment tears came to his eyes, but then he felt a wave of anger against her. After all, ‘he cried, ´I couldn´t just go and bury myself alive like that and have to look after the child too! And think of the worry, the expense! Ah no, it would have been too silly!
Chapter 11 Goodbye
Rodolphe say goodbye to Emma, she felt bad and wanted to kill by herself. She felt down and her son helps her. When her son was helping her, she started to cried and screamed.
For forty tree days Charles was with Emma; when she began to recover her strength. The next day’s Emma was remember Rodolphe
The winter was a hard one; Emma took longer to recover this time. Then the weather was fine, they pushed her chair up to the window. She had now taken a violent dislike to the garden, and the curtains on that side were always closed. Now she passed her time reading religious texts.
When the spring came, she had the whole garden torn up form the end to end. Charles wanted to give her a little pleasure, despite his debts and their worries.
So, they went Rouen, and Charles bought tickets for the theatre.
Chapter 12. A visit to the Theatre
Emma was pleased that her husband had bought good seats, and when she sat down she could not resist a little smile of pride as she looked at the ordinary people down below. Charles, Emma and Léon began by talking about her illness, Emma interrupting Charles every now and then for fear. Then Léon told them hoe he was going to spend two years in a lawyer’s office here in Rouen. But Charles replied that they were going home in the morning. And so it was arranged that Charles would return to Yonville in the morning.
Since leaving Yonville, Léon had not forgotten Emma. This time he thought he really would have to bring things to a conclusion. Madame Bovary turned away her head so that he should not see the smile she felt on her lips. She let him speak, saying nothing, waiting for him to say what she wanted to hear.
Emma had suffered too much to want to open those wounds again. However, she was not prepared for Léon’s shyness. When he took her face in his hand and kissed her, she could not resist, because he did it without force, with such care. Léon arrived early at the cathedral, and had to wait in the cool shadows for what seemed like hours. Emma was pale, and she walking quickly. Léon followed, feeling that his love was in danger of disappearing like smoke.
The carriage started again and, following the downhill road after leaving the centre of town, it drove at full speed into the square in front of the railway station. And on and on went the carriage, with its sweating driver and tired horse. Each time they stopped, the man’s voice cried out. She walked away with her face hidden, looking neither to the right nor to the left.
Chapter 13 Love Once More
When she got back to her hotel, Emma was shocked not to find the Yonville coach. The driver had waited fifty-three minutes, and had at least set off without her. Although there was no strong reason why she should go home, she had promised that she would be back that evening, and she knew Charles would be expecting her. Going home this evening was an easy way of making herself feel better about what she had just done. The driver pulled in to the side, and the maid called up to her mistress, ´Madame you must go at once to Monsieur Homais, something very urgent´. Went she went into Monsieur Homais´ house she found the pharmacist waiting for her with a serious expression on his face.
Madame, I fear I have bad news for you. Your father-in-law is dead!
When he heard Emma knock, Charles came forward to greet her with open arms and said, with tears in his voice, ´Ah! My Dear He bent down to kiss her, but at the touch of his lips, the memory of her lover took hold of her and she passed her hand over her face to hide her look of disgust. Nevertheless, she managed to say yes I know. He showed her the letter in which his mother told him the news. Emma gave the letter back, and at dinner, out of politeness, pretended to have no appetite. I wish I could have seen him one more time! She made no answer.
Next day Charles´s mother arrived, and the weeping started again. Moreover, she avoided to starting any discussion about money while her mother-in-law was there. But as soon as she had left, Emma began to amaze her husband with her practical good sense. Finally, she put in front of him one day a form which gave her the power to manage all his financial affairs. She told him it had been written by Monsieur Guillaumin, the Yonville lawyer, and then added, ´But I wouldn´t trust him further than I could see him. These lawyers are nearly as bad as the criminals they work with. What about Léon? Said Charles. He had said exactly the name Emma wanted him to say. Now she could suggest that it was difficult to explain matters by letter, and she offered to go over to Rouen and speak to him directly. The next morning she was off to Rouen in the coach, to consult Monsieur Léon. She stayed for three wonderful days.
The need to see her became so great that one Saturday morning Léon ran out of his office and took the coach to Yonville. He walked down to her house and saw that there was a light in the kitchen. He watched to see if could catch sight of her shadow behind the curtain. But nothing could be seen. He then went and knocked at the doctor´s door. Madame as upstairs in her bedroom, and did not come down for quarter of an hour. The only chance to see her alone came very late in the evening, in the lane at the end of the garden, the lane where she use to meet the other one. She promised to find some way of seeing him regularly, at least once a week. One night, while Charles was listening to her, she began the same piece over again, stopping four times, finding fault with herself each time. Next day he begged her to play him something more. Charles confessed he heard her play better. She kept hitting the wrong notes, and finally come to a sudden stop. I ought to have some more lessons, but twenty francs a time. It’s too expensive! It is said Charles. Well if you want a lesson now and again, it might be possible. Yes she replied but it’s no good having lessons unless you take them regularly. That was managed to get permission from her husband to go to Rouen once a week to see her lover. At the end of a month, everyone said that she had made a lot of progress.
Chapter 14 debts
The Thursday she got up and dressed very quickly and took the early coach to Rouen, arriving the city she avoided the main streets and finally, she saw Leon they started to talk about the worries but that was all over now, and they looked at each other with little sounds of delight, and words of tenderness and love.
One, day they went to the hotel and when they were together, they fall in love.
Charles would be at home and waiting for her and, at last, Madame arrived. She looked at her child, and her husband seeing how pale she was, he asked if she was feeling ill.
Emma said no, that she were ok.
But her whole life has become a lie, which her love for Leon lay hidden from the world. Lying became a necessary part of her day, almost a hobby.
One day, Monsieur Lheureux met her in Rouen, and he told her this would give her more cash now, this money she would used to paid debts.
And the more Emma demanded, the less Leon wanted to give, and while her love, her need continued to grow, so did her anger. In the end, she brought roses for him and threw the in his face. Emma was not happy.
She continued paid her debts. She stopped her visits to Rouen, but she stayed in her room completely alone. She wanted to recover money for one man who had a debt with her. She was desperate!!!
Chapter 15 A Death.
At last they went and Félicité returned. Emma had sent her to look out for Charles and keep him away. Charles that evening seemed rather worried. The next day, Emma went to Rouen to see if she could find a way out. And she told the story of what had happen, how she had left Lheureux lead her into disaster. And Charles knew nothing. She must have the money.
Maitre Guillaumin knew all about it. In fact, he was a secret friend of Lheureux’s, and knew the story better than she did herself. For the next quarter of an hour they went together through the names of all the people in Yonville who might perhaps help her. The walls seemed to be shaking, and she felt that the ceiling would fall on her. Night was felling, and dark birds were flying into the trees. She entered the passage where the laboratory door was.on the wall hung a key labeled Room 6.Emma took down a blue jar with a small, hand-written label on it, pulled off the lid, and pusher her hand inside.
Charles had come back to the house just after Emma left it to find Rodolphe. He did not know what to do. She caught sight to Charles, and shut her eyes again. She drank some water and turned her dace to the wall. But there was still that horrible taste of ink in her mouth.
He questioned her. She did not answer. She kept perfectly still, for fear the slightest movement would make her vomit again. Charles, examining the basin, noticed something white at the bottom.
Félicité ran to Monsieur Homais’ shop and he came back as soon as he heard what was the matter. Emma saw the two of them and looked at Charles.
The child came in, in her long nightdress. After that Emma seemed a little better, but then she began to vomit blood, her limbs became stiff, her body was covered with brown patches, and her heartbeat raced. When he came, Emma was lying with her chin sunk on her breast; her eyes were starting and her poor hands picked at the sheets. She then fell back on to the bed, and they hurried to her side. Her life had ended.
Chapter 16 Endings
Death always comes as a shock, however much it has been expected. Charles saw her lying there so still, he threw himself on her, weeping. Charles thought carefully about these and wrote:
“I want her to be buried in her wedding dress, with white shoes and white flowers, and her hair loose over her shoulders. She should be covered with a large piece of green silk. These are my wishes. Make sure that they are carried out.”
That night, Charles, Homais and the priest sat beside Emma´s body. She was lying with her head leaning over her right shoulder. The corner of her mouth, wich was open, looked like a black hole at the bottom of her face; her two thumbs were held tightly in her hands. Charles stayed by himself all afternoon. Berthe had been taken over to Madame Homais. In the evening, various people came in to see him and to express their regrets. They all looked at the floor with serious expressions on their faces, and although everyone was bored, no one got up to go. At the church Charles tried to think about the few times when they had been happy together or when, at least, he had been happy with her. now they had arrived at the place where her grave had been dug, then, when the four ropes were in position, they lowered her into the grave. Charles watch the wooden box go down, then he sank down on his knees, throwing in handfuls of earth as he cried “Goodbye!”. He sent her kisses, and dragged himself to the edge of the grave, wanting to lie with her.
Next day, Charles had Berthe brought home from the nurse. She asked for her mummy and they told her that she had gone away, that she would bring her back some toys. Life continued around but it had lost its meaning. When Madame Dupuis wrote to him to tell him of the ´marriage of her son, Monsieur Léon Dupuis, a lawyer in Yvetot, to Mademoiselle Léocadie Leboeuf, of Bondeville´, Charles wrote: ´How delighted my poor wife would have been´.
Charles found a bunch of letters of love, from Léon and Rodolphe in his wife desk, he became so depressed, and he never went out or had visitors. One day, when he had gone to the market at Argueil to sell his horse, he meet Rodolphe, then Rodolphe invited Charles to have a bottle of beer with him at the inn. As they walked, Charles told Rodolphe that he wasn´t angry with him and also said that Fate is to blame, but Rodolphe didn´t answer anything.
Next day, Charles went out and sat down on the seat in the garden, he felt disturbed, like a young man with an aching heart. At seven o´clock little Berthe, who had not see him that afternoon, came to fetch him in to dinner. His head was leaning back against the wall, his eyes were shut, his mouth was open, and his right hand was holding some long dark hair.
´Come on daddy! She said, and thinking he was only playing, she gave him a little push. He fell to the ground, he was dead. Berthe, she was taken in by an aunt. She is there still, but the aunt is poor and sends the little girl to earn her living in a cotton mill.
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