The winter passed waiting for this. Mademoiselle Rouault was busy with

her trousseau. Part of it was ordered at Rouen, and she made herself

chemises and nightcaps after fashion-plates that she borrowed. When

Charles visited the farmer, the preparations for the wedding were talked

over; they wondered in what room they should have dinner; they dreamed

of the number of dishes that would be wanted, and what should be

entrees.

Emma would, on the contrary, have preferred to have a midnight wedding

with torches, but old Rouault could not understand such an idea. So

there was a wedding at which forty-three persons were present, at which

they remained sixteen hours at table, began again the next day, and to

some extent on the days following.




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