WhenMadameBovarywasinthekitchenshewentuptothechimney。
Withthetipsofherfingersshecaughtherdressattheknee，andhavingthuspulledituptoherankle，heldoutherfootinitsblackboottothefireabovetherevolvinglegofmutton。Theflamelitupthewholeofher，penetratingwithacrudelightthewoofofhergowns，thefineporesofherfairskin，andevenhereyelids，whichsheblinkednowandagain。Agreatredglowpassedoverherwiththeblowingofthewindthroughthehalf-opendoor。
Ontheothersideofthechimneyayoungmanwithfairhairwatchedhersilently。
AshewasagooddealboredatYonville，wherehewasaclerkatthenotary’s，MonsieurGuillaumin，MonsieurLeonDupuisitwashewhowasthesecondhabitueofthe“Liond’Or“frequentlyputbackhisdinner-hourinhopethatsometravelermightcometotheinn，withwhomhecouldchatintheevening。Onthedayswhenhisworkwasdoneearly，hehad，forwantofsomethingelsetodo，tocomepunctually，andendurefromsouptocheeseatete-a-tetewithBinet。Itwasthereforewithdelightthatheacceptedthelandlady’ssuggestionthatheshoulddineincompanywiththenewcomers，andtheypassedintothelargeparlourwhereMadameLefrancois，forthepurposeofshowingoff，hadhadthetablelaidforfour。
Homaisaskedtobeallowedtokeeponhisskull-cap，forfearofcoryza；then，turningtohisneighbour——