Whydidhealwaysofferaglassofsomethingtoeveryonewhocame？Whatobstinacynottowearflannels!InthespringitcameaboutthatanotaryatIngouville，theholderofthewidowDubuc’sproperty，onefinedaywentoff，takingwithhimallthemoneyinhisoffice。Heloise，itistrue，stillpossessed，besidesashareinaboatvaluedatsixthousandfrancs，herhouseintheRueSt。Francois；andyet，withallthisfortunethathadbeensotrumpetedabroad，nothing，exceptingperhapsalittlefurnitureandafewclothes，hadappearedinthehousehold。Thematterhadtobegoneinto。ThehouseatDieppewasfoundtobeeatenupwithmortgagestoitsfoundations；whatshehadplacedwiththenotaryGodonlyknew，andhershareintheboatdidnotexceedonethousandcrowns。Shehadlied，thegoodlady!Inhisexasperation，MonsieurBovarytheelder，smashingachairontheflags，accusedhiswifeofhavingcausedmisfortunetothesonbyharnessinghimtosuchaharridan，whoseharnesswasn’tworthherhide。TheycametoTostes。Explanationsfollowed。Therewerescenes。Heloiseintears，throwingherarmsaboutherhusband，imploredhimtodefendherfromhisparents。
Charlestriedtospeakupforher。Theygrewangryandleftthehouse。
But“theblowhadstruckhome。“Aweekafter，asshewashangingupsomewashinginheryard，shewasseizedwithaspittingofblood，andthenextday，whileCharleshadhisbackturnedtoherdrawingthewindow-curtain，shesaid，“OGod!“gaveasighandfainted。Shewasdead!Whatasurprise!WhenallwasoveratthecemeteryCharleswenthome。Hefoundnoonedownstairs；hewentuptothefirstfloortotheirroom；sayherdressstillhangingatthefootofthealcove；then，leaningagainstthewriting-table，hestayeduntiltheevening，buriedinasorrowfulreverie。Shehadlovedhimafterall!
ChapterThreeOnemorningoldRouaultbroughtCharlesthemoneyforsettinghisleg——seventy-fivefrancsinforty-soupieces，andaturkey。Hehadheardofhisloss，andconsoledhimaswellashecould。
“Iknowwhatitis，“saidhe，clappinghimontheshoulder；“I’vebeenthroughit。WhenIlostmydeardeparted，Iwentintothefieldstobequitealone。Ifellatthefootofatree；Icried；