TheywereinbedwhenMonsieurHomais,inspiteoftheservant,suddenlyenteredtheroom,holdinginhishandasheetofpaperjustwritten。Itwastheparagraphheintendedforthe“FanaldeRouen。“Hebroughtitforthemtoread。
“Readityourself,“saidBovary。
Heread——
“’DespitetheprejudicesthatstillinvestapartofthefaceofEuropelikeanet,thelightneverthelessbeginstopenetrateourcountryplaces。ThusonTuesdayourlittletownofYonvillefounditselfthesceneofasurgicaloperationwhichisatthesametimean,actofloftiestphilanthropy。MonsieurBovary,oneofour,mostdistinguishedpractitioners——’“
“Oh,thatistoomuch!toomuch!“saidCharles,chokingwithemotion。
“No,no!notatall!Whatnext!“
“’——Performedanoperationonaclub-footedman。’Ihavenotusedthescientificterm,becauseyouknowinanewspapereveryonewouldnotperhapsunderstand。Themassesmust——’“
“Nodoubt,“saidBovary;“goon!“
“Iproceed,“saidthechemist。“’MonsieurBovary,oneofourmostdistinguishedpractitioners,performedanoperationonaclub-footedmancalledHippolyteTautain,stablemanforthelasttwenty-fiveyearsatthehotelofthe“Liond’Or,“keptbyWidowLefrancois,atthePlaced’Armes。Thenoveltyoftheattempt,andtheinterestincidenttothesubject,hadattractedsuchaconcourseofpersonsthattherewasaveritableobstructiononthethresholdoftheestablishment。Theoperation,moreover,wasperformedasifbymagic,andbarelyafewdropsofbloodappearedontheskin,asthoughtosaythattherebellioustendonhadatlastgivenwaybeneaththeeffortsofart。Thepatient,strangelyenough——weaffirmitasaneye-witness——complainedofnopain。Hisconditionuptothepresenttimeleavesnothingtobedesired。Everythingtendstoshowthathisconvelescencewillbebrief;andwhoknowsevenifatournextvillagefestivityweshallnotseeourgoodHippolytefiguringinthebacchicdanceinthemidstofachorusofjoyousboon-companions,andthusprovingtoalleyesbyhisverveandhiscapershiscompletecure?
Honour,then,tothegeneroussavants!Honourtothoseindefatigablespiritswhoconsecratetheirvigilstotheameliorationortothealleviationoftheirkind!Honour,thricehonour!Isitnottimetocrythattheblindshallsee,thedeafhear,thelamewalk?Butthatwhichfanaticismformerlypromisedtoitselect,sciencenowaccomplishesforallmen。Weshallkeepourreadersinformedastothesuccessivephasesofthisremarkablecure。’“
ThisdidnotpreventMereLefrancois,fromcomingfivedaysafter,scared,andcryingout——
“Help!heisdying!Iamgoingcrazy!“
Charlesrushedtothe“Liond’Or,“andthechemist,whocaughtsightofhimpassingalongthePlacehatless,abandonedhisshop。
Heappearedhimselfbreathless,red,anxious,andaskingeveryonewhowasgoingupthestairs——
“Why,what’sthematterwithourinterestingstrephopode?“
Thestrephopodewaswrithinginhideousconvulsions,sothatthemachineinwhichhislegwasenclosedwasknockedagainstthewallenoughtobreakit。
Withmanyprecautions,inordernottodisturbthepositionofthelimb,theboxwasremoved,andanawfulsightpresenteditself。Theoutlinesofthefootdisappearedinsuchaswellingthattheentireskinseemedabouttoburst,anditwascoveredwithecchymosis,causedbythefamousmachine。Hippolytehadalreadycomplainedofsufferingfromit。Noattentionhadbeenpaidtohim;theyhadtoacknowledgethathehadnotbeenaltogetherwrong,andhewasfreedforafewhours。But,hardlyhadtheoedemagonedowntosomeextent,thanthetwosavantsthoughtfittoputbackthelimbintheapparatus,strappingittightertohastenmatters。Atlast,threedaysafter,Hippolytebeingunabletoendureitanylonger,theyoncemoreremovedthemachine,andweremuchsurprisedattheresulttheysaw。Thelividtumefactionspreadovertheleg,withblistershereandthere,whencethereoozedablackliquid。Mattersweretakingaseriousturn。Hippolytebegantoworryhimself,andMereLefrancois,hadhiminstalledinthelittleroomnearthekitchen,sothathemightatleasthavesomedistraction。
Butthetax-collector,whodinedthereeveryday,complainedbitterlyofsuchcompanionship。ThenHippolytewasremovedtothebilliard-room。Helaytheremoaningunderhisheavycoverings,palewithlongbeard,sunkeneyes,andfromtimetotimeturninghisperspiringheadonthedirtypillow,wherethefliesalighted。MadameBovarywenttoseehim。Shebroughthimlinenforhispoultices;shecomforted,andencouragedhim。Besides,hedidnotwantforcompany,especiallyonmarket-days,whenthepeasantswereknockingaboutthebilliard-ballsroundhim,fencedwiththecues,smoked,drank,sang,andbrawled。
“Howareyou?“theysaid,clappinghimontheshoulder。“Ah!
you’renotuptomuch,itseems,butit’syourownfault。Youshoulddothis!dothat!“Andthentheytoldhimstoriesofpeoplewhohadallbeencuredbyotherremediesthanhis。Thenbywayofconsolationtheyadded——
“Yougivewaytoomuch!Getup!Youcoddleyourselflikeaking!
Allthesame,oldchap,youdon’tsmellnice!“
Gangrene,infact,wasspreadingmoreandmore。Bovaryhimselfturnedsickatit。Hecameeveryhour,everymoment。Hippolytelookedathimwitheyesfullofterror,sobbing——
“WhenshallIgetwell?Oh,saveme!HowunfortunateIam!HowunfortunateIam!“
Andthedoctorleft,alwaysrecommendinghimtodiethimself。
“Don’tlistentohim,mylad,“saidMereLefrancois,“Haven’ttheytorturedyouenoughalready?You’llgrowstillweaker。Here!
swallowthis。“
Andshegavehimsomegoodbeef-tea,asliceofmutton,apieceofbacon,andsometimessmallglassesofbrandy,thathehadnotthestrengthtoputtohislips。
AbbeBournisien,hearingthathewasgrowingworse,askedtoseehim。Hebeganbypityinghissufferings,declaringatthesametimethatheoughttorejoiceatthemsinceitwasthewilloftheLord,andtakeadvantageoftheoccasiontoreconcilehimselftoHeaven。
“For,“saidtheecclesiasticinapaternaltone,“youratherneglectedyourduties;youwererarelyseenatdivineworship。
Howmanyyearsisitsinceyouapproachedtheholytable?I
understandthatyourwork,thatthewhirloftheworldmayhavekeptyoufromcareforyoursalvation。Butnowisthetimetoreflect。Yetdon’tdespair。Ihaveknowngreatsinners,who,abouttoappearbeforeGodyouarenotyetatthispointI
know,hadimploredHismercy,andwhocertainlydiedinthebestframeofmind。Letushopethat,likethem,youwillsetusagoodexample。Thus,asaprecaution,whatistopreventyoufromsayingmorningandeveninga’HailMary,fullofgrace,’and’OurFatherwhichartinheaven’?Yes,dothat,formysake,toobligeme。Thatwon’tcostyouanything。Willyoupromiseme?“
Thepoordevilpromised。Thecurecamebackdayafterday。Hechattedwiththelandlady;andeventoldanecdotesinterspersedwithjokesandpunsthatHippolytedidnotunderstand。Then,assoonashecould,hefellbackuponmattersofreligion,puttingonanappropriateexpressionofface。
Hiszealseemedsuccessful,fortheclub-footsoonmanifestedadesiretogoonapilgrimagetoBon-Secoursifhewerecured;towhichMonsieurBournisienrepliedthathesawnoobjection;twoprecautionswerebetterthanone;itwasnoriskanyhow。
Thedruggistwasindignantatwhathecalledthemanoeuvresofthepriest;theywereprejudicial,hesaid,toHippolyte’sconvalescence,andhekeptrepeatingtoMadameLefrancois,“Leavehimalone!leavehimalone!Youperturbhismoralswithyourmysticism。“Butthegoodwomanwouldnolongerlistentohim;hewasthecauseofitall。Fromaspiritofcontradictionshehungupnearthebedsideofthepatientabasinfilledwithholy-waterandabranchofbox。
Religion,however,seemednomoreabletosuccourhimthansurgery,andtheinvinciblegangrenestillspreadfromtheextremitiestowardsthestomach。Itwasallverywelltovarythepotionsandchangethepoultices;themuscleseachdayrottedmoreandmore;andatlastCharlesrepliedbyanaffirmativenodoftheheadwhenMereLefrancois,askedhimifshecouldnot,asaforlornhope,sendforMonsieurCanivetofNeufchatel,whowasacelebrity。
Adoctorofmedicine,fiftyyearsofage,enjoyingagoodpositionandself-possessed,Charles’scolleaguedidnotrefrainfromlaughingdisdainfullywhenhehaduncoveredtheleg,mortifiedtotheknee。Thenhavingflatlydeclaredthatitmustbeamputated,hewentofftothechemist’storailattheasseswhocouldhavereducedapoormantosuchastate。ShakingMonsieurHomaisbythebuttonofhiscoat,heshoutedoutintheshop——
“ThesearetheinventionsofParis!Thesearetheideasofthosegentryofthecapital!Itislikestrabismus,chloroform,lithotrity,aheapofmonstrositiesthattheGovernmentoughttoprohibit。Buttheywanttodotheclever,andtheycramyouwithremedieswithout,troublingabouttheconsequences。Wearenotsoclever,notwe!Wearenotsavants,coxcombs,fops!Wearepractitioners;wecurepeople,andweshouldnotdreamofoperatingonanyonewhoisinperfecthealth。Straightenclub-
feet!Asifonecouldstraightenclub-feet!Itisasifonewished,forexample,tomakeahunchbackstraight!“
Homaissufferedashelistenedtothisdiscourse,andheconcealedhisdiscomfortbeneathacourtier’ssmile;forheneededtohumourMonsierCanivet,whoseprescriptionssometimescameasfarasYonville。SohedidnottakeupthedefenceofBovary;hedidnotevenmakeasingleremark,and,renouncinghisprinciples,hesacrificedhisdignitytothemoreseriousinterestsofhisbusiness。