Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Flaubertand the roof so low they had to stoop. They were seated side the latch of a door, and suddenly at the end of the room sheby side on a bed of dry leaves.saw a man sleeping. It was Rodolphe. She uttered a cry.From that day forth they wrote to one another regularly “You here? You here?” he repeated. “How did you manageevery evening. Emma placed her letter at the end of the garden,by the river, in a fissure of the wall. Rodolphe came to “I love you,” she answered, throwing her arms about histo come? Ah! your dress is damp.”fetch it, and put another there, that she always found fault neck.with as too short.This first piece of daring successful, now every time CharlesOne morning, when Charles had gone out before day break, went out early Emma dressed quickly and slipped on tiptoeshe was seized with the fancy to see Rodolphe at once. She down the steps that led to the waterside.would go quickly to La Huchette, stay there an hour, and be But when the plank for the cows was taken up, she had toback again at Yonville while everyone was still asleep. This go by the walls alongside of the river; the bank was slippery;idea made her pant with desire, and she soon found herself in in order not to fall she caught hold of the tufts of faded wallflowers.Then she went across ploughed fields, in which shethe middle of the field, walking with rapid steps, withoutlooking behind her.sank, stumbling; and clogging her thin shoes. Her scarf, knottedround her head, fluttered to the wind in the meadows.Day was just breaking. Emma from afar recognised herlover’s house. Its two dove-tailed weathercocks stood out black She was afraid of the oxen; she began to run; she arrived outagainst the pale dawn.of breath, with rosy cheeks, and breathing out from her wholeBeyond the farmyard there was a detached building that person a fresh perfume of sap, of verdure, of the open air. Atshe thought must be the chateau She entered—it was if the this hour Rodolphe still slept. It was like a spring morningdoors at her approach had opened wide of their own accord. coming into his room.A large straight staircase led up to the corridor. Emma raised The yellow curtains along the windows let a heavy, whitish141