“Come along, papa,” she said.

And thinking he wanted to play; she pushed him gently.  He fell to the ground.  He was dead.

Thirty-six hours after, at the druggist’s request, Monsieur Canivet came thither.  He made a post-mortem and found nothing.

When everything had been sold, twelve francs seventy-five centimes remained, that served to pay for Mademoiselle Bovary’s going to her grandmother.  The good woman died the same year; old Rouault was paralysed, and it was an aunt who took charge of her.  She is poor, and sends her to a cotton-factory to earn a living.

Since Bovary’s death three doctors have followed one another at Yonville without any success, so severely did Homais attack them.  He has an enormous practice; the authorities treat him with consideration, and public opinion protects him.

He has just received the cross of the Legion of Honour.