It was only five years later that Monsieur Bovary knew the truth; it was old then, and he accepted it. Moreover, he could not believe that a man born of him could be a fool.
Cinq ans plus tard seulement, M. Bovary connut la vérité; elle était vieille, il l’accepta, ne pouvant d’ailleurs supposer qu’un homme issu de lui fût un sot.