“Thatwilldo。Takeheraway，“criedCharles，whowassobbinginthealcove。
　　Thenthesymptomsceasedforamoment；sheseemedlessagitated；
　　andateveryinsignificantword，ateveryrespirationalittlemoreeasy，heregainedhope。Atlast，whenCanivetcamein，hethrewhimselfintohisarms。
　　“Ah!itisyou。Thanks!Youaregood!Butsheisbetter。See!
　　lookather。“
　　Hiscolleaguewasbynomeansofthisopinion，and，ashesaidofhimself，“neverbeatingaboutthebush，“heprescribed，anemeticinordertoemptythestomachcompletely。
　　Shesoonbeganvomitingblood。Herlipsbecamedrawn。Herlimbswereconvulsed，herwholebodycoveredwithbrownspots，andherpulseslippedbeneaththefingerslikeastretchedthread，likeaharp-stringnearlybreaking。
　　Afterthisshebegantoscreamhorribly。Shecursedthepoison，railedatit，andimploredittobequick，andthrustawaywithherstiffenedarmseverythingthatCharles，inmoreagonythanherself，triedtomakeherdrink。Hestoodup，hishandkerchieftohislips，witharattlingsoundinhisthroat，weeping，andchokedbysobsthatshookhiswholebody。Felicitewasrunninghitherandthitherintheroom。Homais，motionless，utteredgreatsighs；andMonsieurCanivet，alwaysretaininghisself-command，neverthelessbegantofeeluneasy。
　　“Thedevil!yetshehasbeenpurged，andfromthemomentthatthecauseceases——“
　　“Theeffectmustcease，“saidHomais，“thatisevident。“
　　“Oh，saveher!“criedBovary。
　　And，withoutlisteningtothechemist，whowasstillventuringthehypothesis，“Itisperhapsasalutaryparoxysm，“Canivetwasabouttoadministersometheriac，whentheyheardthecrackingofawhip；allthewindowsrattled，andapost-chaisedrawnbythreehorsesabreast，uptotheirearsinmud，droveatagalloproundthecornerofthemarket。ItwasDoctorLariviere。
　　Theapparitionofagodwouldnothavecausedmorecommotion。
　　Bovaryraisedhishands；Canivetstoppedshort；andHomaispulledoffhisskull-caplongbeforethedoctorhadcomein。
　　HebelongedtothatgreatschoolofsurgerybegottenofBichat，tothatgeneration，nowextinct，ofphilosophicalpractitioners，who，lovingtheirartwithafanaticallove，exerciseditwithenthusiasmandwisdom。Everyoneinhishospitaltrembledwhenhewasangry；andhisstudentssoreveredhimthattheytried，assoonastheywerethemselvesinpractice，toimitatehimasmuchaspossible。Sothatinallthetownsabouttheywerefoundwearinghislongwaddedmerinoovercoatandblackfrock-coat，whosebuttonedcuffsslightlycoveredhisbrawnyhands——verybeautifulhands，andthatneverknewgloves，asthoughtobemorereadytoplungeintosuffering。Disdainfulofhonours，oftitles，andofacademies，likeoneoftheoldKnight-Hospitallers，generous，fatherlytothepoor，andpractisingvirtuewithoutbelievinginit，hewouldalmosthavepassedforasaintifthekeennessofhisintellecthadnotcausedhimtobefearedasademon。Hisglance，morepenetratingthanhisbistouries，lookedstraightintoyoursoul，anddissectedeverylieathwartallassertionsandallreticences。Andthushewentalong，fullofthatdebonairmajestythatisgivenbytheconsciousnessofgreattalent，offortune，andoffortyyearsofalabouriousandirreproachablelife。
　　HefrownedassoonashehadpassedthedoorwhenhesawthecadaverousfaceofEmmastretchedoutonherbackwithhermouthopen。Then，whileapparentlylisteningtoCanivet，herubbedhisfingersupanddownbeneathhisnostrils，andrepeated——
　　“Good!good!
　　Buthemadeaslowgesturewithhisshoulders。Bovarywatchedhim；theylookedatoneanother；andthisman，accustomedashewastothesightofpain，couldnotkeepbackatearthatfellonhisshirt-frill。
　　HetriedtotakeCanivetintothenextroom。Charlesfollowedhim。
　　“Sheisveryill，isn’tshe？Ifweputonsinapisms？Anything!
　　Oh，thinkofsomething，youwhohavesavedsomany!“
　　Charlescaughthiminbothhisarms，andgazedathimwildly，imploringly，half-faintingagainsthisbreast。
　　“Come，mypoorfellow，courage!Thereisnothingmoretobedone。“
　　AndDoctorLariviereturnedaway。
　　“Youaregoing？“
　　“Iwillcomeback。“
　　Hewentoutonlytogiveanordertothecoachman，withMonsieurCanivet，whodidnotcareeithertohaveEmmadieunderhishands。
　　ThechemistrejoinedthemonthePlace。Hecouldnotbytemperamentkeepawayfromcelebrities，sohebeggedMonsieurLarivieretodohimthesignalhonourofacceptingsomebreakfast。
　　Hesentquicklytothe“Liond’Or“forsomepigeons；tothebutcher’sforallthecutletsthatweretobehad；toTuvacheforcream；andtoLestiboudoisforeggs；andthedruggisthimselfaidedinthepreparations，whileMadameHomaiswassayingasshepulledtogetherthestringsofherjacket——
　　“Youmustexcuseus，sir，forinthispoorplace，whenonehasn’tbeentoldthenightbefore——“
　　“Wineglasses!“whisperedHomais。
　　“Ifonlywewereintown，wecouldfallbackuponstuffedtrotters。“
　　“Bequiet!Sitdown，doctor!“
　　Hethoughtfit，afterthefirstfewmouthfuls，togivesomedetailsastothecatastrophe。
　　“Wefirsthadafeelingofsiccityinthepharynx，thenintolerablepainsattheepigastrium，superpurgation，coma。“
　　“Buthowdidshepoisonherself？“
　　“Idon’tknow，doctor，andIdon’tevenknowwhereshecanhaveprocuredthearseniousacid。“
　　Justin，whowasjustbringinginapileofplates，begantotremble。
　　“What’sthematter？“saidthechemist。
　　Atthisquestiontheyoungmandroppedthewholelotonthegroundwithacrash。
　　“Imbecile!“criedHomais。“awkwardlout!block-head!confoundedass!“
　　Butsuddenlycontrollinghimself——
　　“Iwished，doctor，tomakeananalysis，andprimoIdelicatelyintroducedatube——“
　　“Youwouldhavedonebetter，“saidthephysician，“tointroduceyourfingersintoherthroat。“
　　Hiscolleaguewassilent，havingjustbeforeprivatelyreceivedaseverelectureabouthisemetic，sothatthisgoodCanivet，soarrogantandsoverboseatthetimeoftheclubfoot，wasto-dayverymodest。Hesmiledwithoutceasinginanapprovingmanner。
　　HomaisdilatedinAmphytrionicpride，andtheaffectingthoughtofBovaryvaguelycontributedtohispleasurebyakindofegotisticreflexuponhimself。Thenthepresenceofthedoctortransportedhim。Hedisplayedhiserudition，citedpell-mellcantharides，upas，themanchineel，vipers。
　　“Ihaveevenreadthatvariouspersonshavefoundthemselvesundertoxicologicalsymptoms，and，asitwere，thunderstrickenbyblack-puddingthathadbeensubjectedtoatoovehementfumigation。Atleast，thiswasstatedinaveryfinereportdrawnupbyoneofourpharmaceuticalchiefs，oneofourmasters，theillustriousCadetdeGassicourt!“
　　MadameHomaisreappeared，carryingoneofthoseshakymachinesthatareheatedwithspiritsofwine；forHomaislikedtomakehiscoffeeattable，having，moreover，torrefiedit，pulverisedit，andmixedithimself。
　　“Saccharum，doctor？“saidhe，offeringthesugar。
　　Thenhehadallhischildrenbroughtdown，anxioustohavethephysician’sopinionontheirconstitutions。
　　AtlastMonsieurLarivierewasabouttoleave，whenMadameHomaisaskedforaconsultationaboutherhusband。Hewasmakinghisbloodtoothickbygoingtosleepeveryeveningafterdinner。
　　“Oh，itisn’thisbloodthat’stoothick，“saidthephysician。
　　And，smilingalittleathisunnoticedjoke，thedoctoropenedthedoor。Butthechemist’sshopwasfullofpeople；hehadthegreatestdifficultyingettingridofMonsieurTuvache，whofearedhisspousewouldgetinflammationofthelungs，becauseshewasinthehabitofspittingontheashes；thenofMonsieurBinet，whosometimesexperiencedsuddenattacksofgreathunger；
　　andofMadameCaron，whosufferedfromtinglings；ofLheureux，whohadvertigo；ofLestiboudois，whohadrheumatism；andofMadameLefrancois，whohadheartburn。Atlastthethreehorsesstarted；anditwasthegeneralopinionthathehadnotshownhimselfatallobliging。
　　PublicattentionwasdistractedbytheappearanceofMonsieurBournisien，whowasgoingacrossthemarketwiththeholyoil。
　　Homais，aswasduetohisprinciples，comparedprieststoravensattractedbytheodourofdeath。Thesightofanecclesiasticwaspersonallydisagreeabletohim，forthecassockmadehimthinkoftheshroud，andhedetestedtheonefromsomefearoftheother。
　　Nevertheless，notshrinkingfromwhathecalledhismission，hereturnedtoBovary’sincompanywithCanivetwhomMonsieurLariviere，beforeleaving，hadstronglyurgedtomakethisvisit；