Atdinnerherhusbandthoughtshelookedwell，butshepretendednottohearhimwhenheinquiredaboutherride，andsheremainedsittingtherewithherelbowatthesideofherplatebetweenthetwolightedcandles。
　　“Emma!“hesaid。
　　“What？“
　　“Well，IspenttheafternoonatMonsieurAlexandre’s。Hehasanoldcob，stillveryfine，onlyalittlebrokenkneed，andthatcouldbebought；Iamsure，forahundredcrowns。“Headded，“Andthinkingitmightpleaseyou，Ihavebespokenit——boughtit。HaveIdoneright？Dotellme？“
　　Shenoddedherheadinassent；thenaquarterofanhourlater——
　　“Areyougoingoutto-night？“sheasked。
　　“Yes。Why？“
　　“Oh，nothing，nothing，mydear!“
　　AndassoonasshehadgotridofCharlesshewentandshutherselfupinherroom。
　　Atfirstshefeltstunned；shesawthetrees，thepaths，theditches，Rodolphe，andsheagainfeltthepressureofhisarm，whiletheleavesrustledandthereedswhistled。
　　Butwhenshesawherselfintheglassshewonderedatherface。
　　Neverhadhereyesbeensolarge，soblack，ofsoprofoundadepth。Somethingsubtleaboutherbeingtransfiguredher。Sherepeated，“Ihavealover!alover!“delightingattheideaasifasecondpubertyhadcometoher。Soatlastshewastoknowthosejoysoflove，thatfeverofhappinessofwhichshehaddespairedlShewasenteringuponmarvelswhereallwouldbepassion，ecstasy，delirium。Anazureinfinityencompassedher，theheightsofsentimentsparkledunderherthought，andordinaryexistenceappearedonlyafaroff，downbelowintheshade，throughtheinterspacesoftheseheights。
　　Thensherecalledtheheroinesofthebooksthatshehadread，andthelyriclegionoftheseadulterouswomenbegantosinginhermemorywiththevoiceofsistersthatcharmedher。Shebecameherself，asitwere，anactualpartoftheseimaginings，andrealisedthelove-dreamofheryouthasshesawherselfinthistypeofamorouswomenwhomshehadsoenvied。Besides，Emmafeltasatisfactionofrevenge。Hadshenotsufferedenough？Butnowshetriumphed，andthelovesolongpentupburstforthinfulljoyousbubblings。Shetasteditwithoutremorse，withoutanxiety，withouttrouble。
　　Thedayfollowingpassedwithanewsweetness。TheymadevowstooneanotherShetoldhimofhersorrows。Rodolpheinterruptedherwithkisses；andshelookingathimthroughhalf-closedeyes，askedhimtocallheragainbyhername——tosaythathelovedherTheywereintheforest，asyesterday，intheshedofsomewoodenshoemaker。Thewallswereofstraw，andtheroofsolowtheyhadtostoop。Theywereseatedsidebysideonabedofdryleaves。
　　>Fromthatdayforththeywrotetooneanotherregularlyeveryevening。Emmaplacedherletterattheendofthegarden，bytheriver，inafissureofthewall。Rodolphecametofetchit，andputanotherthere，thatshealwaysfoundfaultwithastooshort。
　　Onemorning，whenCharleshadgoneoutbeforedaybreak，shewasseizedwiththefancytoseeRodolpheatonce。ShewouldgoquicklytoLaHuchette，staythereanhour，andbebackagainatYonvillewhileeveryonewasstillasleep。Thisideamadeherpantwithdesire，andshesoonfoundherselfinthemiddleofthefield，walkingwithrapidsteps，withoutlookingbehindher。
　　Daywasjustbreaking。Emmafromafarrecognisedherlover’shouse。Itstwodove-tailedweathercocksstoodoutblackagainstthepaledawn。
　　BeyondthefarmyardtherewasadetachedbuildingthatshethoughtmustbethechateauSheentered——itwasifthedoorsatherapproachhadopenedwideoftheirownaccord。Alargestraightstaircaseleduptothecorridor。Emmaraisedthelatchofadoor，andsuddenlyattheendoftheroomshesawamansleeping。ItwasRodolphe。Sheutteredacry。
　　“Youhere？Youhere？“herepeated。“Howdidyoumanagetocome？
　　Ah!yourdressisdamp。“
　　“Iloveyou，“sheanswered，throwingherarmsabouthisneck。
　　Thisfirstpieceofdaringsuccessful，noweverytimeCharleswentoutearlyEmmadressedquicklyandslippedontiptoedownthestepsthatledtothewaterside。
　　Butwhentheplankforthecowswastakenup，shehadtogobythewallsalongsideoftheriver；thebankwasslippery；inordernottofallshecaughtholdofthetuftsoffadedwallflowers。
　　Thenshewentacrossploughedfields，inwhichshesank，stumbling；andcloggingherthinshoes。Herscarf，knottedroundherhead，flutteredtothewindinthemeadows。Shewasafraidoftheoxen；shebegantorun；shearrivedoutofbreath，withrosycheeks，andbreathingoutfromherwholepersonafreshperfumeofsap，ofverdure，oftheopenair。AtthishourRodolphestillslept。Itwaslikeaspringmorningcomingintohisroom。
　　Theyellowcurtainsalongthewindowsletaheavy，whitishlightentersoftly。Emmafeltabout，openingandclosinghereyes，whilethedropsofdewhangingfromherhairformed，asitwere，atopazaureolearoundherface。Rodolphe，laughing，drewhertohim，andpressedhertohisbreast。
　　Thensheexaminedtheapartment，openedthedrawersofthetables，combedherhairwithhiscomb，andlookedatherselfinhisshaving-glass。Oftensheevenputbetweenherteeththebigpipethatlayonthetablebythebed，amongstlemonsandpiecesofsugarnearabottleofwater。
　　Ittookthemagoodquarterofanhourtosaygoodbye。ThenEmmacried。ShewouldhavewishednevertoleaveRodolphe。Somethingstrongerthanherselfforcedhertohim；somuchso，thatoneday，seeinghercomeunexpectedly，hefrownedasoneputout。
　　“Whatisthematterwithyou？“shesaid。“Areyouill？Tellme!“
　　Atlasthedeclaredwithaseriousairthathervisitswerebecomingimprudent——thatshewascompromisingherself。
　　ChapterTenGraduallyRodolphe’sfearstookpossessionofher。Atfirst，lovehadintoxicatedher；andshehadthoughtofnothingbeyond。Butnowthathewasindispensabletoherlife，shefearedtoloseanythingofthis，oreventhatitshouldbedisturbed。Whenshecamebackfromhishouseshelookedallabouther，anxiouslywatchingeveryformthatpassedinthehorizon，andeveryvillagewindowfromwhichshecouldbeseen。Shelistenedforsteps，cries，thenoiseoftheploughs，andshestoppedshort，white，andtremblingmorethantheaspenleavesswayingoverhead。
　　Onemorningasshewasthusreturning，shesuddenlythoughtshesawthelongbarrelofacarbinethatseemedtobeaimedather。
　　Itstuckoutsidewaysfromtheendofasmalltubhalf-buriedinthegrassontheedgeofaditch。Emma，half-faintingwithterror，neverthelesswalkedon，andamansteppedoutofthetublikeaJack-in-the-box。Hehadgaitersbuckleduptotheknees，hiscappulleddownoverhiseyes，tremblinglips，andarednose。ItwasCaptainBinetlyinginambushforwildducks。
　　“Yououghttohavecalledoutlongago!“heexclaimed；“Whenoneseesagun，oneshouldalwaysgivewarning。“
　　Thetax-collectorwasthustryingtohidethefrighthehadhad，foraprefectorialorderhavingprohibitedduckhuntingexceptinboats，MonsieurBinet，despitehisrespectforthelaws，wasinfringingthem，andsoheeverymomentexpectedtoseetheruralguardturnup。Butthisanxietywhettedhispleasure，and，allaloneinhistub，hecongratulatedhimselfonhisluckandonhiscuteness。AtsightofEmmaheseemedrelievedfromagreatweight，andatonceentereduponaconversation。
　　“Itisn’twarm；it’snipping。“
　　Emmaanswerednothing。Hewenton——
　　“Andyou’reoutsoearly？“
　　“Yes，“shesaidstammering；“Iamjustcomingfromthenursewheremychildis。“
　　“Ah!verygood!verygood!Formyself，Iamhere，justasyouseeme，sincebreakofday；buttheweatherissomuggy，thatunlessonehadthebirdatthemouthofthegun——“
　　“Goodevening，MonsieurBinet，“sheinterruptedhim，turningonherheel。
　　“Yourservant，madame，“hereplieddrily；andhewentbackintohistub。
　　Emmaregrettedhavingleftthetax-collectorsoabruptly。Nodoubthewouldformunfavourableconjectures。Thestoryaboutthenursewastheworstpossibleexcuse，everyoneatYonvilleknowingthatthelittleBovaryhadbeenathomewithherparentsforayear。Besides，noonewaslivinginthisdirection；thispathledonlytoLaHuchette。Binet，then，wouldguesswhenceshecame，andhewouldnotkeepsilence；hewouldtalk，thatwascertain。
　　Sheremaineduntileveningrackingherbrainwitheveryconceivablelyingproject，andhadconstantlybeforehereyesthatimbecilewiththegame-bag。
　　Charlesafterdinner，seeinghergloomy，proposed，bywayofdistraction，totakehertothechemist’s，andthefirstpersonshecaughtsightofintheshopwasthetaxcollectoragain。Hewasstandinginfrontofthecounter，litupbythegleamsoftheredbottle，andwassaying——
　　“Pleasegivemehalfanounceofvitriol。“
　　“Justin，“criedthedruggist，“bringusthesulphuricacid。“ThentoEmma，whowasgoinguptoMadameHomais’room，“No，stayhere；
　　itisn’tworthwhilegoingup；sheisjustcomingdown。Warmyourselfatthestoveinthemeantime。Excuseme。Good-day，doctor，“forthechemistmuchenjoyedpronouncingtheword“doctor，“asifaddressinganotherbyitreflectedonhimselfsomeofthegrandeurthathefoundinit。“Now，takecarenottoupsetthemortars!You’dbetterfetchsomechairsfromthelittleroom；youknowverywellthatthearm-chairsarenottobetakenoutofthedrawing-room。“
　　Andtoputhisarm-chairbackinitsplacehewasdartingawayfromthecounter，whenBinetaskedhimforhalfanounceofsugaracid。
　　“Sugaracid!“saidthechemistcontemptuously，“don’tknowit；