Though Belle had expected to be punished for ruining the plant, she had not expected the punishment given to her by her husband, who was now standing under the big apple tree, leaning casually against it with his arms crossed and his right leg bent, his foot flat against the tree, as he watched her with a blank expression, taking the punishment she had earned for herself in the rain.
She was shivering so much in the cold as it had decided to suddenly start to drizzle, making the task he had given her more treacherous. She would have taken any punishment other than this, and she could tell he was enjoying her misery as he watched her bend and stand to pick up the rotten fruits on the ground of the garden and gather them in one big basket at the side.
