Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           "Whatasuperbday!Everybodyisout!Thewindiseast!"

           AndneitherMadameBovarynorRodolpheansweredhim,whilstattheslightestmovementmadebythemhedrewnear,saying,"Ibegyourpardon!"andraisedhishat.

           Whentheyreachedthefarrier’shouse,insteadoffollowingtheroaduptothefence,Rodolphesuddenlyturneddownapath,drawingwithhimMadameBovary.Hecalledout

           "Goodevening,MonsieurLheureux!Seeyouagainpresently."

           "Howyougotridofhim!"shesaid,laughing.

           "Why,"hewenton,"allowoneselftobeintrudeduponbyothers?Andasto-dayIhavethehappinessofbeingwithyou"

           Emmablushed.Hedidnotfinishhissentence.Thenhetalkedofthefineweatherandofthepleasureofwalkingonthegrass.Afewdaisieshadsprungupagain.

           "HerearesomeprettyEasterdaisies,"hesaid,"andenoughofthemtofurnishoraclestoalltheamorousmaidsintheplace."

           Headded,"ShallIpicksome?Whatdoyouthink?"

           "Areyouinlove?"sheasked,coughingalittle.

           "H’m,h’m!whoknows?"answeredRodolphe.

           Themeadowbegantofill,andthehousewiveshustledyouwiththeirgreatumbrellas,theirbaskets,andtheirbabies.Onehadoftentogetoutofthewayofalongfileofcountryfolk,servant-maidswithbluestockings,flatshoes,silverrings,andwhosmeltofmilk,whenonepassedclosetothem.Theywalkedalongholdingoneanotherbythehand,andthustheyspreadoverthewholefieldfromtherowofopentreestothebanquettent.

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