Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame BovaryShe assumed a sulky air, invented a thousand excuses, and “An accident happens so easily. Be careful! Your horses perhapsare mettlesome.”finally declared that perhaps it would look odd.“Well, what the deuce do I care for that?” said Charles, makinga pirouette. “Health before everything! You are wrong.” the windowpanes to amuse little Berthe. The child blew her aShe heard a noise above her; it was Felicite drumming on“And how do you think I can ride when I haven’t got a habit?” kiss; her mother answered with a wave of her whip.“You must order one,” he answered.“A pleasant ride!” cried Monsieur Homais. “Prudence! aboveThe riding-habit decided her.all, prudence!” And he flourished his newspaper as he sawWhen the habit was ready, Charles wrote to Monsieur them disappear.Boulanger that his wife was at his command, and that they As soon as he felt the ground, Emma’s horse set off at acounted on his good-nature.gallop.The next day at noon Rodolphe appeared at Charles’s door Rodolphe galloped by her side. Now and then they exchangeda word. Her figure slightly bent, her hand well up,with two saddle-horses. One had pink rosettes at his ears anda deerskin side-saddle.and her right arm stretched out, she gave herself up to theRodolphe had put on high soft boots, saying to himself cadence of the movement that rocked her in her saddle. Atthat no doubt she had never seen anything like them. In fact, the bottom of the hill Rodolphe gave his horse its head; theyEmma was charmed with his appearance as he stood on the started together at a bound, then at the top suddenly the horseslanding in his great velvet coat and white corduroy breeches. stopped, and her large blue veil fell about her.She was ready; she was waiting for him.It was early in October. There was fog over the land. HazyJustin escaped from the chemist’s to see her start, and the clouds hovered on the horizon between the outlines of thechemist also came out. He was giving Monsieur Boulanger a hills; others, rent asunder, floated up and disappeared. Sometimesthrough a rift in the clouds, beneath a ray of little good advice.sunshine,136