Theyhadall，MonsieurandMadameBovary，Homais，andMonsieurLeon，gonetoseeayarn-millthatwasbeingbuiltinthevalleyamileandahalffromYonville。ThedruggisthadtakenNapoleonandAthalietogivethemsomeexercise，andJustinaccompaniedthem，carryingtheumbrellasonhisshoulder。
Nothing，however，couldbelesscuriousthanthiscuriosity。A
greatpieceofwasteground，onwhichpell-mell，amidamassofsandandstones，wereafewbreak-wheels，alreadyrusty，surroundedbyaquadrangularbuildingpiercedbyanumberoflittlewindows。Thebuildingwasunfinished；theskycouldbeseenthroughthejoistsoftheroofing。Attachedtothestop-plankofthegableabunchofstrawmixedwithcorn-earsfluttereditstricolouredribbonsinthewind。
Homaiswastalking。Heexplainedtothecompanythefutureimportanceofthisestablishment，computedthestrengthofthefloorings，thethicknessofthewalls，andregrettedextremelynothavingayard-sticksuchasMonsieurBinetpossessedforhisownspecialuse。
Emma，whohadtakenhisarm，bentlightlyagainsthisshoulder，andshelookedatthesun’sdiscsheddingafarthroughthemisthispalesplendour。Sheturned。Charleswasthere。Hiscapwasdrawndownoverhiseyebrows，andhistwothicklipsweretrembling，whichaddedalookofstupiditytohisface；hisveryback，hiscalmback，wasirritatingtobehold，andshesawwrittenuponhiscoatalltheplatitudeofthebearer。