Chapter 2

           Onenighttowardseleveno’clocktheywereawakenedbythenoiseofahorsepullingupoutsidetheirdoor.Theservantopenedthegarret-windowandparleyedforsometimewithamaninthestreetbelow.Hecameforthedoctor,hadaletterforhim.Natasiecamedownstairsshiveringandundidthebarsandboltsoneaftertheother.Themanlefthishorse,and,followingtheservant,suddenlycameinbehindher.Hepulledoutfromhiswoolcapwithgreytop-knotsaletterwrappedupinaragandpresenteditgingerlytoCharles,whorestedonhiselbowonthepillowtoreadit.Natasie,standingnearthebed,heldthelight.Madameinmodestyhadturnedtothewallandshowedonlyherback.

           Thisletter,sealedwithasmallsealinbluewax,beggedMonsieurBovarytocomeimmediatelytothefarmoftheBertauxtosetabrokenleg.NowfromTostestotheBertauxwasagoodeighteenmilesacrosscountrybywayofLonguevilleandSaint-Victor.Itwasadarknight;MadameBovaryjuniorwasafraidofaccidentsforherhusband.Soitwasdecidedthestable-boyshouldgoonfirst;Charleswouldstartthreehourslaterwhenthemoonrose.Aboywastobesenttomeethim,andshowhimthewaytothefarm,andopenthegatesforhim.

           Towardsfouro’clockinthemorning,Charles,wellwrappedupinhiscloak,setoutfortheBertaux.Stillsleepyfromthewarmthofhisbed,helethimselfbelulledbythequiettrotofhishorse.

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