Madame Bovary Page #3

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He's surely in love!

But with whom?

Who can it be?

It's me!

If only Heaven had desired it!

Why isn't it so?

Who's to blame?

What is it?

M. Lheureux to see you.

M. Lheureux, the draper? What

does he want?

Madame, forgive me disturbing you

at home.

But I'm most distraught at not

having obtained...

your patronage as yet.

My modest shop can't attract...

a true lady of fashion.

I'd like you to knowthat you only

have to order...

and I'll supply all your needs...

in haberdashery, hosiery,

millinery and fancy goods.

I go to Rouen four times a month...

and I work with only the best

firms.

If you'll allow me...

I'd like to show you some

articles...

that are quite remarkable.

I don't need anything.

Just for the pleasure of looking.

How much is it?

A trifle, a mere trifle.

There's no hurry. Whenever you

like.

We're not Jews!

No, thank you, M. Lheureux.

I require nothing.

Well, we'll reach an understanding

later.

I've always got on well with the

ladies.

I mean, money doesn't worry me.

I'll even give you some if need be.

I wouldn't have to look far to find

it.

M. Bovary must have many

patients...

in this changeable weather.

I feel out of sorts myself.

I'll have to call on him...

about a pain I get in my back.

Well, good-bye, Madame Bovary.

As ever, your very humble servant.

Good-bye, M. Lheureux.

How good I've been.

Ma'am, it's Leon Dupuis.

Come in, M. Dupuis.

I have to go to Rouen on business.

Your subscription is up.

Should I renew it?

Why?

Because...

you're giving it up?

What? Music? Good Lord, yes!

I have a house, a husband...

I have much more important

duties.

Charles is so kind.

That he is.

M. Homais sings his praises.

He's a good man.

Indeed.

I've decided...

to take back Berthe and look after

her.

During visits...

Madame Bovary undressed the child to

show her limbs.

She'd say she adored children.

They were her comfort, joy and

weakness...

and she'd give herself over to poetic

outbursts.

Show your feet to M. Homais.

On Charles' return...

he found his slippers warming by

the fire.

His waistcoats were lined and

his buttons sewed back on.

She no longer resisted strolling

in the garden.

His suggestions were always

accepted...

and if she didn't guess his

wishes...

she submitted to them without a

murmur.

Why not tell the master?

It's just nerves. It would only

worry him.

It's like old Guerin's daughter

before I came to you.

She was so gloomy that if ever

you saw her...

you thought of a funeral shift in a

doorway.

They said she had a fog in her

mind...

that doctors and priests couldn't

help her.

Once she married, it went away.

With me, it came on after I

married.

Rascals! Always the same! Get

inside!

Hurry up! You too!

They've no respect!

How are you?

Not well. I'm suffering.

So am I! It's the weather.

Still, we're born to suffer, as St.

Paul says.

What does M. Bovary think?

I don't need earthly remedies.

Just you wait, Ribaudet, you

rascal!

I'd like to know...

That's Ribaudet, the carpenter's

son.

He's the ring-leader.

How's M. Bovary?

He and I must be...

the busiest people in the parish.

He tends to the body...

while I tend to the soul.

You relieve suffering.

You can say that! This morning...

I had to go and see a swollen cow.

They said it was cursed.

Will you stop that! You should be

ashamed!

As I was saying, farmers have a

hard life.

Others do too!

Oh, indeed! Workers in the towns,

for example.

But women...

Ah, that's true!

I've known of mothers...

honest women, I assure you...

real saints...

who didn't even have bread.

But what of those, Father...

who have bread but no...

No fire in winter?

What does it matter?

What do you mean?

When one has warmth and food,

things...

Oh, my God!

What's wrong? Digestive trouble.

Go home, Mme Bovary, and have a

nice cup of tea.

No, no, it's...

I thought you were having a dizzy

spell.

You asked me something. What

was it?

I can't remember now...

Nothing.

Nothing.

You'll excuse me, Mme Bovary.

I have to deal with these urchins.

Poor things! It's hard showing

them the ways of the Lord...

as His Holy Son told us to do.

Take care, and my respects to

your husband.

Are you Christian?

Yes, I'm Christian.

What is a Christian?

He who is born baptised.

Mama...

Oh, leave me be!

Leave me alone!

It's strange how ugly she is.

Will you stop it?

I'm going mad!

I'm going mad! You poor dear!

Evening all!

Princess, what happened?

It's nothing.

She had a little fall.

Poor Emma was frantic with

worry.

I've some important news for you.

First, we stand a fair chance...

of having the Agricultural Show

here.

Really?

Yes, just think. The Prefect, all

the local authorities!

That will put us on the map.

That is important news.

And second?

It's a surprise. I'm losing my

tenant.

Leon is leaving for Paris next

week.

Heavens! Has he thought about it?

How will he live in Paris?

Will he get used to it?

Good Lord! Masked balls, dinner

parties, champagne!

He'll be in his element!

They have fun in the Latin Quarter!

If they've any social graces...

they move in the best circles.

Some grand ladies even fall in

love with them.

Afterwards, that enables them...

to make an excellent match.

I'll change plates. We've a tart.

Will you have some, M. Homais?

- It's me again.

- I knew it.

Is M. Bovary here?

No, he's out.

He's out.

I'd like to kiss Berthe.

Yes, of course.

Felicite!

Fetch Berthe for me!

Farewell, poor child!

Farewell, dear little one!

Take her.

It's going to rain.

I have my coat.

Good-bye, then.

Yes, good-bye... Go.

English style, then!

She now considered herself even

unhappier...

as she began to feel certain...

that her sorrow would never

end.

Could I see the doctor? I'm M.

Rodolphe Boulanger.

I'll fetch him.

Thank you for seeing us.

My valet needs bleeding, he has

pins and needles.

It'll purge me.

Good, let's do it.

Justin, get some bandages from

the drawer...

and bring the basin over.

Don't be afraid, my friend.

No, no, go ahead.

Look. It's like a little spring.

What red blood! Is that a good

sign?

Sometimes, they feel nothing at

first...

and then they faint.

I knew it.

Good Lord! Both of them!

Emma! Vinegar!

Hurry!

Hide the basin.

Sugar water.

You silly fool! A big lad like you!

You'll make a fine chemist!

Who asked you here? You're in the

way!

You know I need you on

Wednesdays!

We've 20 customers in the shop!

I had to leave them to come and

get you.

Hurry up. Go and watch the jars!

Move out of the way.

Remarkable, a woman among these

fainting men!

Other people's blood doesn't affect

me.

But the idea of seeing my own

would make me faint...

if I thought about it.

You can stop worrying now you've

got what you wanted.

In any case, it gave me the joy...

of making your acquaintance.

Very nice, that doctor's wife.

Pretty teeth, a dainty foot, fine

clothes...

Where did that oaf find her?

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