Sheslippedawaysuddenly，threwoffhercostume，toldLeonshemustgetback，andatlastwasaloneattheHoteldeBoulogne。
　　Everything，evenherself，wasnowunbearabletoher。Shewishedthat，takingwinglikeabird，shecouldflysomewhere，farawaytoregionsofpurity，andtheregrowyoungagain。
　　Shewentout，crossedtheBoulevard，thePlaceCauchoise，andtheFaubourg，asfarasanopenstreetthatoverlookedsomegardens。
　　Shewalkedrapidly；thefreshaircalmingher；and，littlebylittle，thefacesofthecrowd，themasks，thequadrilles，thelights，thesupper，thosewomen，alldisappearedlikemistsfadingaway。Then，reachingthe“Croix-Rouge，“shethrewherselfonthebedinherlittleroomonthesecondfloor，wheretherewerepicturesofthe“TourdeNesle。“Atfouro’clockHivertawokeher。
　　Whenshegothome，Feliciteshowedherbehindtheclockagreypaper。Sheread——
　　“Invirtueoftheseizureinexecutionofajudgment。“
　　Whatjudgment？Asamatteroffact，theeveningbeforeanotherpaperhadbeenbroughtthatshehadnotyetseen，andshewasstunnedbythesewords——
　　“Byorderoftheking，law，andjustice，toMadameBovary。“Then，skippingseverallines，sheread，“Withintwenty-fourhours，withoutfail——“Butwhat？“Topaythesumofeightthousandfrancs。“Andtherewasevenatthebottom，“Shewillbeconstrainedtheretobyeveryformoflaw，andnotablybyawritofdistraintonherfurnitureandeffects。“
　　Whatwastobedone？Intwenty-fourhours——tomorrow。Lheureux，shethought，wantedtofrightenheragain；forshesawthroughallhisdevices，theobjectofhiskindnesses。Whatreassuredherwastheverymagnitudeofthesum。
　　However，bydintofbuyingandnotpaying，ofborrowing，signingbills，andrenewingthesebillsthatgrewateachnewfalling-in，shehadendedbypreparingacapitalforMonsieurLheureuxwhichhewasimpatientlyawaitingforhisspeculations。
　　Shepresentedherselfathisplacewithanoffhandair。
　　“Youknowwhathashappenedtome？Nodoubtit’sajoke!“
　　“Howso？“
　　Heturnedawayslowly，and，foldinghisarms，saidtoher——
　　“Mygoodlady，didyouthinkIshouldgoontoalleternitybeingyourpurveyorandbanker，fortheloveofGod？Nowbejust。I
　　mustgetbackwhatI’velaidout。Nowbejust。“
　　Shecriedoutagainstthedebt。
　　“Ah!somuchtheworse。Thecourthasadmittedit。There’sajudgment。It’sbeennotifiedtoyou。Besides，itisn’tmyfault。
　　It’sVincart’s。“
　　“Couldyounot——？“
　　“Oh，nothingwhatever。“
　　“Butstill，nowtalkitover。“
　　Andshebeganbeatingaboutthebush；shehadknownnothingaboutit；itwasasurprise。
　　“Whosefaultisthat？“saidLheureux，bowingironically。“WhileI’mslavinglikeanigger，yougogallivantingabout。“
　　“Ah!nolecturing。“
　　“Itneverdoesanyharm，“hereplied。
　　Sheturnedcoward；sheimploredhim；sheevenpressedherprettywhiteandslenderhandagainsttheshopkeeper’sknee。
　　“There，that’lldo!Anyone’dthinkyouwantedtoseduceme!“
　　“Youareawretch!“shecried。
　　“Oh，oh!goit!goit!“
　　“Iwillshowyouup。Ishalltellmyhusband。“
　　“Allright!Itoo。I’llshowyourhusbandsomething。“
　　AndLheureuxdrewfromhisstrongboxthereceiptforeighteenhundredfrancsthatshehadgivenhimwhenVincarthaddiscountedthebills。
　　“Doyouthink，“headded，“thathe’llnotunderstandyourlittletheft，thepoordearman？“
　　Shecollapsed，moreovercomethaniffelledbytheblowofapole-axe。Hewaswalkingupanddownfromthewindowtothebureau，repeatingallthewhile——
　　“Ah!I’llshowhim!I’llshowhim!“Thenheapproachedher，andinasoftvoicesaid——
　　“Itisn’tpleasant，Iknow；but，afterall，nobonesarebroken，and，sincethatistheonlywaythatisleftforyoupayingbackmymoney——“
　　“ButwhereamItogetany？“saidEmma，wringingherhands。
　　“Bah!whenonehasfriendslikeyou!“
　　Andhelookedatherinsokeen，soterribleafashion，thatsheshudderedtoherveryheart。
　　“Ipromiseyou，“shesaid，“tosign——“
　　“I’veenoughofyoursignatures。“
　　“Iwillsellsomething。“
　　“Getalong!“hesaid，shrugginghisshoulders；“you’venotgotanything。“
　　Andhecalledthroughthepeep-holethatlookeddownintotheshop——
　　“Annette，don’tforgetthethreecouponsofNo。14。“
　　Theservantappeared。Emmaunderstood，andaskedhowmuchmoneywouldbewantedtoputastoptotheproceedings。
　　“Itistoolate。“
　　“ButifIbroughtyouseveralthousandfrancs——aquarterofthesum——athird——perhapsthewhole？“
　　“No；it’snouse!“
　　Andhepushedhergentlytowardsthestaircase。
　　“Iimploreyou，MonsieurLheureux，justafewdaysmore!“Shewassobbing。
　　“There!tearsnow!“
　　“Youaredrivingmetodespair!“
　　“WhatdoIcare？“saidhe，shuttingthedoor。
　　ChapterSevenShewasstoicalthenextdaywhenMaitreHareng，thebailiff，withtwoassistants，presentedhimselfatherhousetodrawuptheinventoryforthedistraint。
　　TheybeganwithBovary’sconsulting-room，anddidnotwritedownthephrenologicalhead，whichwasconsideredan“instrumentofhisprofession“；butinthekitchentheycountedtheplates；thesaucepans，thechairs，thecandlesticks，andinthebedroomallthenick-nacksonthewhatnot。Theyexaminedherdresses，thelinen，thedressing-room；andherwholeexistencetoitsmostintimatedetails，was，likeacorpseonwhomapost-mortemismade，outspreadbeforetheeyesofthesethreemen。
　　MaitreHareng，buttonedupinhisthinblackcoat，wearingawhitechokerandverytightfoot-straps，repeatedfromtimetotime——“Allowme，madame。Youallowme？“Oftenheutteredexclamations。“Charming!verypretty。“Thenhebeganwritingagain，dippinghispenintothehorninkstandinhislefthand。
　　Whentheyhaddonewiththeroomstheywentuptotheattic。ShekeptadeskthereinwhichRodolphe’sletterswerelocked。Ithadtobeopened。
　　“Ah!acorrespondence，“saidMaitreHareng，withadiscreetsmile。“Butallowme，forImustmakesuretheboxcontainsnothingelse。“Andhetippedupthepaperslightly，asiftoshakeoutnapoleons。Thenshegrewangeredtoseethiscoarsehand，withfingersredandpulpylikeslugs，touchingthesepagesagainstwhichherhearthadbeaten。
　　Theywentatlast。Felicitecameback。EmmahadsentherouttowatchforBovaryinordertokeephimoff，andtheyhurriedlyinstalledthemaninpossessionundertheroof，wherehesworehewouldremain。
　　DuringtheeveningCharlesseemedtohercareworn。Emmawatchedhimwithalookofanguish，fancyingshesawanaccusationineverylineofhisface。Then，whenhereyeswanderedoverthechimney-pieceornamentedwithChinesescreens，overthelargecurtains，thearmchairs，allthosethings，inaword，thathad，softenedthebitternessofherlife，remorseseizedherorratheranimmenseregret，that，farfromcrushing，irritatedherpassion。Charlesplacidlypokedthefire，bothhisfeetonthefire-dogs。
　　Oncetheman，nodoubtboredinhishiding-place，madeaslightnoise。
　　“Isanyonewalkingupstairs？“saidCharles。
　　“No，“shereplied；“itisawindowthathasbeenleftopen，andisrattlinginthewind。“
　　Thenextday，Sunday，shewenttoRouentocallonallthebrokerswhosenamessheknew。Theywereattheircountry-placesoronjourneys。Shewasnotdiscouraged；andthosewhomshedidmanagetoseesheaskedformoney，declaringshemusthavesome，andthatshewouldpayitback。Somelaughedinherface；allrefused。