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。