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‘I want a cloak—a large lined cloak with a deep collar.’
‘You are going on a journey?’ he asked.
‘No; but—never mind. I may count on you, may I not,
and quickly?’
He bowed.
‘Besides, I shall want,’ she went on, ‘a trunk—not too
heavy— handy.’
‘Yes, yes, I understand. About three feet by a foot and a
half, as they are being made just now.’
‘And a travelling bag.’
‘Decidedly,’ thought Lheureux. ‘there’s a row on here.’
‘And,’ said Madame Bovary, taking her watch from her
belt, ‘take this; you can pay yourself out of it.’
But the tradesman cried out that she was wrong; they
knew one another; did he doubt her? What childishness!
She insisted, however, on his taking at least the chain,
and Lheureux had already put it in his pocket and was go-
ing, when she called him back.
‘You will leave everything at your place. As to the cloak’—
she seemed to be reflecting—‘do not bring it either; you can
give me the maker’s address, and tell him to have it ready
for me.’
It was the next month that they were to run away. She
was to leave Yonville as if she was going on some business
to Rouen. Rodolphe would have booked the seats, procured
the passports, and even have written to Paris in order to
have the whole mail-coach reserved for them as far as Mar-
seilles, where they would buy a carriage, and go on thence
without stopping to Genoa. She would take care to send her