Emma was leaning out at the window; she was often there. The window in

the provinces replaces the theatre and the promenade, she was amusing

herself with watching the crowd of boors when she saw a gentleman in

a green velvet coat. He had on yellow gloves, although he wore heavy

gaiters; he was coming towards the doctor's house, followed by a peasant

walking with a bent head and quite a thoughtful air.

"Can I see the doctor?" he asked Justin, who was talking on the

doorsteps with Felicite, and, taking him for a servant of the

house--"Tell him that Monsieur Rodolphe Boulanger of La Huchette is

here."

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It was not from territorial vanity that the new arrival added "of La

Huchette" to his name, but to make himself the better known.

La Huchette, in fact, was an estate near Yonville, where he had just

bought the chateau and two farms that he cultivated himself, without,

however, troubling very much about them. He lived as a bachelor, and was

supposed to have "at least fifteen thousand francs a year."

Charles came into the room. Monsieur Boulanger introduced his man, who

wanted to be bled because he felt "a tingling all over."

"That'll purge me," he urged as an objection to all reasoning.

So Bovary ordered a bandage and a basin, and asked Justin to hold it.

Then addressing the peasant, who was already pale-"Don't be afraid, my lad."

"No, no, sir," said the other; "get on."

And with an air of bravado he held out his great arm. At the prick of

the lancet the blood spurted out, splashing against the looking-glass.

"Hold the basin nearer," exclaimed Charles.

"Lor!" said the peasant, "one would swear it was a little fountain

flowing. How red my blood is! That's a good sign, isn't it?"

"Sometimes," answered the doctor, "one feels nothing at first, and then

syncope sets in, and more especially with people of strong constitution

like this man."

At these words the rustic let go the lancet-case he was twisting between

his fingers. A shudder of his shoulders made the chair-back creak. His

hat fell off.

"I thought as much," said Bovary, pressing his finger on the vein.

The basin was beginning to tremble in Justin's hands; his knees shook,

he turned pale.

"Emma! Emma!" called Charles.

With one bound she came down the staircase.

"Some vinegar," he cried. "O dear! two at once!"




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