The tables round them, however, were emptying; a waiter came and stood discreetly near them. Charles, who understood, took out his purse; the clerk held back his arm, and did not forget to leave two more pieces of silver that he made chink on the marble.

“I am really sorry,” said Bovary, “about the money which you are⁠—”

The other made a careless gesture full of cordiality, and taking his hat said⁠—

“It is settled, isn’t it? Tomorrow at six o’clock?”

Charles explained once more that he could not absent himself longer, but that nothing prevented Emma⁠—

“But,” she stammered, with a strange smile, “I am not sure⁠—”

“Well, you must think it over. We’ll see. Night brings counsel.” Then to Léon, who was walking along with them, “Now that you are in our part of the world, I hope you’ll come and ask us for some dinner now and then.”