“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；