Atnineo’clockinthemorningshewasawakenedbythesoundofvoicesinthePlace。Therewasacrowdroundthemarketreadingalargebillfixedtooneoftheposts，andshesawJustin，whowasclimbingontoastoneandtearingdownthebill。Butatthismomenttheruralguardseizedhimbythecollar。MonsieurHomaiscameoutofhisshop，andMereLefrangois，inthemidstofthecrowd，seemedtobeperorating。
“Madame!madame!“criedFelicite，runningin，“it’sabominable!“
Andthepoorgirl，deeplymoved，handedherayellowpaperthatshehadjusttornoffthedoor。Emmareadwithaglancethatallherfurniturewasforsale。
Thentheylookedatoneanothersilently。Theservantandmistresshadnosecretonefromtheother。AtlastFelicitesighed——
“IfIwereyou，madame，IshouldgotoMonsieurGuillaumin。“