Felicite now wore Madame Bovary's gowns; not all, for he had kept some of them, and he went to look at them in her dressing-room, locking himself up there; she was about her height, and often Charles, seeing her from behind, was seized with an illusion, and cried out—
A cselédleány olyan alakú volt, mint Emma. Néha, mikor kiment a szobából, s Károly utána nézett, a szegény embernek egy-egy pillanatra úgy tetszett, mintha a feleségét látná.