From all this much consideration was extended to Bovary.
Charles finished by rising in his own esteem for possessing such a wife.
He showed with pride in the sitting room two small pencil sketched by her that he had had framed in very large frames, and hung up against the wallpaper by long green cords.

People returning from mass saw him at his door in his wool-work slippers.
He came home late--at ten o'clock, at midnight sometimes.

Then he asked for something to eat, and as the servant had gone to bed, Emma waited on him.

He took off his coat to dine more at his ease.

He told her, one after the other, the people he had met, the villages where he had been, the prescriptions he had written, and, well pleased with himself, he finished the remainder of the boiled beef and onions, picked pieces off the cheese, munched an apple, emptied his water-bottle, and then went to bed, and lay on his back and snored.
As he had been for a time accustomed to wear nightcaps, his handkerchief would not keep down over his ears, so that his hair in the morning was all tumbled pell-mell about his face and whitened with the feathers of the pillow, whose strings came untied during the night.