At Madame Bovarys, youre not making love to
He was not joking; but vanity getting the better of all prudence, Léon, in spite of himself protested. Besides, he only liked dark women.
I approve of that, said the chemist; they have more passion.
And whispering into his friends ear, he pointed out the symptoms by which one could find out if a woman had passion. He even launched into an ethnographic digression: the German was vapourish, the French woman licentious, the Italian passionate.
And negresses? asked the clerk.
They are an artistic taste! said Homais. Waiter! two cups of coffee!
Are we going? at last asked Léon impatiently.
But before leaving he wanted to see the proprietor of the establishment and made him a few compliments. Then the young man, to be alone, alleged he had some business engagement.
Ah! I will escort you, said Homais.
And all the while he was walking through the streets with him he talked of his wife, his children; of their future, and of his business; told him in what a decayed condition it had formerly been, and to what a degree of perfection he had raised it.
Arrived in front of the Hotel de Boulogne, Léon left him abruptly, ran up the stairs, and found his mistress in great excitement. At mention of the chemist she flew into a passion. He, however, piled up good reasons; it wasnt his fault; didnt she know Homaisdid she believe that he would prefer his company? But she turned away; he drew her back, and, sinking on his knees, clasped her waist with his arms in a languorous pose, full of concupiscence and supplication.
She was standing; up, her large flashing eyes looked at him seriously, almost terribly. Then tears obscured them, her red eyelids were lowered, she gave him her hands, and Léon was pressing them to his lips when a servant appeared to tell the gentleman that he was wanted.
You will come back? she said.
Its a trick, said the chemist, when he saw Léon. I wanted to interrupt this visit, that seemed to me to annoy you. Lets go and have a glass of garus at Bridoux.
Léon vowed that he must get back to his office. Then the druggist joked him about quill-drivers and the law.
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