Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Flaubert“Hush! hush!” said Emma, pointing with her finger to the book amused her. But Charles, who was in bed, called todruggist.her to come too.But Binet, quite absorbed in looking over his bill, had probablyheard nothing. At last he went out. Then Emma, re-“Yes, I am coming,” she answered.“Come, now, Emma,” he said, “it is time.”lieved, uttered a deep sigh.Then, as the candles dazzled him; he turned to the wall and“How hard you are breathing!” said Madame Homais. fell asleep. She escaped, smiling, palpitating, undressed.“Well, you see, it’s rather warm,” she replied.Rodolphe had a large cloak; he wrapped her in it, and puttingSo the next day they talked over how to arrange their rendezvous.Emma wanted to bribe her servant with a present, end of the garden.his arm round her waist, he drew her without a word to thebut it would be better to find some safe house at Yonville. It was in the arbour, on the same seat of old sticks whereRodolphe promised to look for one.formerly Leon had looked at her so amorously on the summerevenings. She never thought of him now.All through the winter, three or four times a week, in thedead of night he came to the garden. Emma had on purpose The stars shone through the leafless jasmine branches. Behindthem they heard the river flowing, and now and againtaken away the key of the gate, which Charles thought lost.To call her, Rodolphe threw a sprinkle of sand at the shutters.She jumped up with a start; but sometimes he had to here and there loomed out in the darkness, and sometimes,on the bank the rustling of the dry reeds. Masses of shadowwait, for Charles had a mania for chatting by the fireside, vibrating with one movement, they rose up and swayed likeand he would not stop. She was wild with impatience; if immense black waves pressing forward to engulf them. Theher eyes could have done it, she would have hurled him out cold of the nights made them clasp closer; the sighs of theirat the window. At last she would begin to undress, then lips seemed to them deeper; their eyes that they could hardlytake up a book, and go on reading very quietly as if the see, larger; and in the midst of the silence low words were145