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；