Binetwasthere；thatistosay，alittlelowerdownagainsttheterracewall，fishingforcrayfish。Bovaryinvitedhimtohaveadrink，andhethoroughlyunderstoodtheuncorkingofthestonebottles。
“Youmust，“hesaid，throwingasatisfiedglanceallroundhim，eventotheveryextremityofthelandscape，“holdthebottleperpendicularlyonthetable，andafterthestringsarecut，pressupthecorkwithlittlethrusts，gently，gently，asindeedtheydoseltzer-wateratrestaurants。“
Butduringhisdemonstrationthecideroftenspurtedrightintotheirfaces，andthentheecclesiastic，withathicklaugh，nevermissedthisjoke——
“Itsgoodnessstrikestheeye!“
Hewas，infact，agoodfellowandonedayhewasnotevenscandalisedatthechemist，whoadvisedCharlestogivemadamesomedistractionbytakinghertothetheatreatRouentoheartheillustrioustenor，Lagardy。Homais，surprisedatthissilence，wantedtoknowhisopinion，andthepriestdeclaredthatheconsideredmusiclessdangerousformoralsthanliterature。