in it). Now, take care not to upset the mortars! Youd better fetch some chairs from the little room; you know very well that the arm-chairs are not to be taken out of the drawing-room.
And to put his arm-chair back in its place he was darting away from the counter, when Binet asked him for half an ounce of sugar acid.
Sugar acid! said the chemist contemptuously, dont know it; Im ignorant of it! But perhaps you want oxalic acid. It is oxalic acid, isnt it?
Binet explained that he wanted a corrosive to make himself some copperwater with which to remove rust from his hunting things.
Emma shuddered. The chemist began saying
Indeed the weather is not propitious on account of the damp.
Nevertheless, replied the tax-collector, with a sly look, there are people who like it.
She was stifling.
And give me
Will he never go? thought she.
Half an ounce of resin and turpentine, four ounces of yellow wax, and three half ounces of animal charcoal, if you please, to clean the varnished leather of my togs.
The druggist was beginning to cut the wax when Madame Homais appeared, Irma in her arms, Napoléon by her side, and Athalie following. She sat down on the velvet seat by the window, and the lad squatted down on a footstool, while his eldest sister hovered round the jujube box near her papa. The latter was filling funnels and corking phials, sticking on labels, making up parcels. Around him all were silent; only from time to time, were heard the weights jingling in the balance, and a few low words from the chemist giving directions to his pupil.
And hows the little woman? suddenly asked Madame Homais.
Silence! exclaimed her husband, who was writing down some figures in his waste-book.
Why didnt you bring her? she went on in a low voice.
Hush! hush! said Emma, pointing with her finger to the druggist.
But Binet, quite absorbed in looking over his bill, had probably heard nothing. At last he went out. Then Emma, relieved, uttered a deep sigh.
How hard you are breathing! said Madame Homais.
Well, you see, its rather warm, she replied.
So the next day they talked over how to arrange their rendezvous. Emma wanted to bribe her servant with a present, but it would be better to find some safe house at Yonville. Rodolphe promised to look for one.
All through the winter, three or four times a week, in the dead of night he came to the garden. Emma had on purpose taken away the key of the gate, which Charles thought lost.
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