'Sit down on this bench. You will be comfortable there.'
'No--oh no!' she replied in faltering tones.
She had an attack of giddiness, and that evening there was a relapse. This time, though the violence of her illness seemed to have diminished, its characteristics appeared to be more complex. At times the pain would be in her heart, at others in her chest, her head, her limbs. There was a recurrence of nausea, and Charles feared that this might be an early symptom of cancer.
As though all this were not enough, the poor man was worried about money.
IN the first place, he did not know how he could repay Monsieur Homais for all the medicaments he had had from the shop, for though, as a doctor, he was entitled to be supplied free of charge, the thought of being under such an obligation made him almost blush. Then, the household expenses, now that everything was left in the cook's hands, were terrifying. Bills were pouring in on him, and the tradesmen were beginning to murmur. Monsieur Lheureux was especially exigent. Indeed, profiting by the circumstances of Emma's illness, and choosing the moment when she was in her most critical state, he deliberately added to the amount of her bill, and, without waiting for further instructions, delivered the travelling cloak, the hand-bag, two trunks instead of one, and a number of other items as well. It was no use for Charles to say that he did not need the things. The draper merely answered, in a very arrogant tone, that they had been ordered and that he would not take them back. Besides, he said, if he did, that might merely have the effect of delaying Madame's convalescence. He advised Monsieur to think very seriously before he did anything rash, and added that he would take him to court rather than be done out of his due or have the goods back. Charles gave orders that the various items should be returned to his shop. Félicité forgot to carry out his instructions, however, and because he had other matters to worry him, he thought no more about what he had said. Monsieur Lheureux returned to the charge and, alternately threatening and whining, manoeuvred in such a way that Bovary finally gave him a bill at six months. But scarcely had he signed the