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The
mairie
was
a
mile
and
a
half
from
the
farm
,
and
they
went
thither
on
foot
,
returning
in
the
same
way
after
the
ceremony
in
the
church
.
The
procession
,
first
united
like
one
long
coloured
scarf
that
undulated
across
the
fields
,
along
the
narrow
path
winding
amid
the
green
corn
,
soon
lengthened
out
,
and
broke
up
into
different
groups
that
loitered
to
talk
.
The
fiddler
walked
in
front
with
his
violin
,
gay
with
ribbons
at
its
pegs
.
Then
came
the
married
pair
,
the
relations
,
the
friends
,
all
following
pell-mell
;
the
children
stayed
behind
amusing
themselves
plucking
the
bell-flowers
from
oat-ears
,
or
playing
amongst
themselves
unseen
.
Emma
's
dress
,
too
long
,
trailed
a
little
on
the
ground
;
from
time
to
time
she
stopped
to
pull
it
up
,
and
then
delicately
,
with
her
gloved
hands
,
she
picked
off
the
coarse
grass
and
the
thistledowns
,
while
Charles
,
empty
handed
,
waited
till
she
had
finished
.
Old
Rouault
,
with
a
new
silk
hat
and
the
cuffs
of
his
black
coat
covering
his
hands
up
to
the
nails
,
gave
his
arm
to
Madame
Bovary
senior
.
As
to
Monsieur
Bovary
senior
,
who
,
heartily
despising
all
these
folk
,
had
come
simply
in
a
frock-coat
of
military
cut
with
one
row
of
buttons
--
he
was
passing
compliments
of
the
bar
to
a
fair
young
peasant
.
She
bowed
,
blushed
,
and
did
not
know
what
to
say
.
The
other
wedding
guests
talked
of
their
business
or
played
tricks
behind
each
other
's
backs
,
egging
one
another
on
in
advance
to
be
jolly
.
Those
who
listened
could
always
catch
the
squeaking
of
the
fiddler
,
who
went
on
playing
across
the
fields
.
When
he
saw
that
the
rest
were
far
behind
he
stopped
to
take
breath
,
slowly
rosined
his
bow
,
so
that
the
strings
should
sound
more
shrilly
,
then
set
off
again
,
by
turns
lowering
and
raising
his
neck
,
the
better
to
mark
time
for
himself
.
The
noise
of
the
instrument
drove
away
the
little
birds
from
afar
.
The
table
was
laid
under
the
cart-shed
.
On
it
were
four
sirloins
,
six
chicken
fricassees
,
stewed
veal
,
three
legs
of
mutton
,
and
in
the
middle
a
fine
roast
suckling
pig
,
flanked
by
four
chitterlings
with
sorrel
.
At
the
corners
were
decanters
of
brandy
.
Sweet
bottled-cider
frothed
round
the
corks
,
and
all
the
glasses
had
been
filled
to
the
brim
with
wine
beforehand
.
Large
dishes
of
yellow
cream
,
that
trembled
with
the
least
shake
of
the
table
,
had
designed
on
their
smooth
surface
the
initials
of
the
newly
wedded
pair
in
nonpareil
arabesques
.
A
confectioner
of
Yvetot
had
been
intrusted
with
the
tarts
and
sweets
.
As
he
had
only
just
set
up
on
the
place
,
he
had
taken
a
lot
of
trouble
,
and
at
dessert
he
himself
brought
in
a
set
dish
that
evoked
loud
cries
of
wonderment
.
To
begin
with
,
at
its
base
there
was
a
square
of
blue
cardboard
,
representing
a
temple
with
porticoes
,
colonnades
,
and
stucco
statuettes
all
round
,
and
in
the
niches
constellations
of
gilt
paper
stars
;
then
on
the
second
stage
was
a
dungeon
of
Savoy
cake
,
surrounded
by
many
fortifications
in
candied
angelica
,
almonds
,
raisins
,
and
quarters
of
oranges
;
and
finally
,
on
the
upper
platform
a
green
field
with
rocks
set
in
lakes
of
jam
,
nutshell
boats
,
and
a
small
Cupid
balancing
himself
in
a
chocolate
swing
whose
two
uprights
ended
in
real
roses
for
balls
at
the
top
.
Until
night
they
ate
.
When
any
of
them
were
too
tired
of
sitting
,
they
went
out
for
a
stroll
in
the
yard
,
or
for
a
game
with
corks
in
the
granary
,
and
then
returned
to
table
.
Some
towards
the
finish
went
to
sleep
and
snored
.
But
with
the
coffee
everyone
woke
up
.
Then
they
began
songs
,
showed
off
tricks
,
raised
heavy
weights
,
performed
feats
with
their
fingers
,
then
tried
lifting
carts
on
their
shoulders
,
made
broad
jokes
,
kissed
the
women
.
At
night
when
they
left
,
the
horses
,
stuffed
up
to
the
nostrils
with
oats
,
could
hardly
be
got
into
the
shafts
;
they
kicked
,
reared
,
the
harness
broke
,
their
masters
laughed
or
swore
;
and
all
night
in
the
light
of
the
moon
along
country
roads
there
were
runaway
carts
at
full
gallop
plunging
into
the
ditches
,
jumping
over
yard
after
yard
of
stones
,
clambering
up
the
hills
,
with
women
leaning
out
from
the
tilt
to
catch
hold
of
the
reins
.
Those
who
stayed
at
the
Bertaux
spent
the
night
drinking
in
the
kitchen
.
The
children
had
fallen
asleep
under
the
seats
.
The
bride
had
begged
her
father
to
be
spared
the
usual
marriage
pleasantries
.
However
,
a
fishmonger
,
one
of
their
cousins
(
who
had
even
brought
a
pair
of
soles
for
his
wedding
present
)
,
began
to
squirt
water
from
his
mouth
through
the
keyhole
,
when
old
Rouault
came
up
just
in
time
to
stop
him
,
and
explain
to
him
that
the
distinguished
position
of
his
son-in-law
would
not
allow
of
such
liberties
.
The
cousin
all
the
same
did
not
give
in
to
these
reasons
readily
.
In
his
heart
he
accused
old
Rouault
of
being
proud
,
and
he
joined
four
or
five
other
guests
in
a
corner
,
who
having
,
through
mere
chance
,
been
several
times
running
served
with
the
worst
helps
of
meat
,
also
were
of
opinion
they
had
been
badly
used
,
and
were
whispering
about
their
host
,
and
with
covered
hints
hoping
he
would
ruin
himself
.
Madame
Bovary
,
senior
,
had
not
opened
her
mouth
all
day
.
She
had
been
consulted
neither
as
to
the
dress
of
her
daughter-in-law
nor
as
to
the
arrangement
of
the
feast
;
she
went
to
bed
early
.
Her
husband
,
instead
of
following
her
,
sent
to
Saint-Victor
for
some
cigars
,
and
smoked
till
daybreak
,
drinking
kirsch-punch
,
a
mixture
unknown
to
the
company
.
This
added
greatly
to
the
consideration
in
which
he
was
held
.
Charles
,
who
was
not
of
a
facetious
turn
,
did
not
shine
at
the
wedding
.
He
answered
feebly
to
the
puns
,
doubles
entendres
,
compliments
,
and
chaff
that
it
was
felt
a
duty
to
let
off
at
him
as
soon
as
the
soup
appeared
.
