第62章

“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，he