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his horse。 Then he went into the stable to see that he was eating
his oats all right； for on arriving at a patient's he first of
all looked after his mare and his gig。 People even said about
this
〃Ah！ Monsieur Canivet's a character！〃
And he was the more esteemed for this imperturbable coolness。 The
universe to the last man might have died； and he would not have
missed the smallest of his habits。
Homais presented himself。
〃I count on you；〃 said the doctor。 〃Are we ready？ Come along！〃
But the druggist； turning red； confessed that he was too
sensitive to assist at such an operation。
〃When one is a simple spectator；〃 he said； 〃the imagination； you
know； is impressed。 And then I have such a nervous system！〃
〃Pshaw！〃 interrupted Canivet； 〃on the contrary； you seem to me
inclined to apoplexy。 Besides； that doesn't astonish me； for you
chemist fellows are always poking about your kitchens； which must
end by spoiling your constitutions。 Now just look at me。 I get up
every day at four o'clock； I shave with cold water （and am never
cold）。 I don't wear flannels； and I never catch cold； my carcass
is good enough！ I live now in one way； now in another； like a
philosopher； taking pot…luck； that is why I am not squeamish like
you； and it is as indifferent to me to carve a Christian as the
first fowl that turns up。 Then； perhaps； you will say； habit！
habit！〃
Then； without any consideration for Hippolyte； who was sweating
with agony between his sheets； these gentlemen entered into a
conversation； in which the druggist compared the coolness of a
surgeon to that of a general； and this comparison was pleasing to
Canivet； who launched out on the exigencies of his art。 He looked
upon； it as a sacred office； although the ordinary practitioners
dishonoured it。 At last； coming back to the patient； he examined
the bandages brought by Homais； the same that had appeared for
the club…foot； and asked for someone to hold the limb for him。
Lestiboudois was sent for； and Monsieur Canivet having turned up
his sleeves； passed into the billiard…room； while the druggist
stayed with Artemise and the landlady； both whiter than their
aprons； and with ears strained towards the door。
Bovary during this time did not dare to stir from his house。
He kept downstairs in the sitting…room by the side of the
fireless chimney； his chin on his breast； his hands clasped； his
eyes staring。 〃What a mishap！〃 he thought； 〃what a mishap！〃
Perhaps； after all； he had made some slip。 He thought it over；
but could hit upon nothing。 But the most famous surgeons also
made mistakes； and that is what no one would ever believe！
People； on the contrary； would laugh； jeer！ It would spread as
far as Forges； as Neufchatel； as Rouen； everywhere！ Who could say
if his colleagues would not write against him。 Polemics would
ensue； he would have to answer in the papers。 Hippolyte might
even prosecute him。 He saw himself dishonoured； ruined； lost； and
his imagination； assailed by a world of hypotheses； tossed
amongst them like an empty cask borne by the sea and floating
upon the waves。
Emma； opposite； watched him； she did not share his humiliation；
she felt anotherthat of having supposed such a man was worth
anything。 As if twenty times already she had not sufficiently
perceived his mediocrity。
Charles was walking up and down the room； his boots creaked on
the floor。
〃Sit down；〃 she said； 〃you fidget me。〃
He sat down again。
How was it that sheshe； who was so intelligentcould have
allowed herself to be deceived again？ and through what deplorable
madness had she thus ruined her life by continual sacrifices？ She
recalled all her instincts of luxury； all the privations of her
soul； the sordidness of marriage； of the household； her dream
sinking into the mire like wounded swallows； all that she had
longed for； all that she had denied herself； all that she might
have had！ And for what？ for what？
In the midst of the silence that hung over the village a
heart…rending cry rose on the air。 Bovary turned white to
fainting。 She knit her brows with a nervous gesture； then went
on。 And it was for him； for this creature； for this man； who
understood nothing； who felt nothing！ For he was there quite
quiet； not even suspecting that the ridicule of his name would
henceforth sully hers as well as his。 She had made efforts to
love him； and she had repented with tears for having yielded to
another！
〃But it was perhaps a valgus！〃 suddenly exclaimed Bovary； who was
meditating。
At the unexpected shock of this phrase falling on her thought
like a leaden bullet on a silver plate； Emma； shuddering； raised
her head in order to find out what he meant to say； and they
looked at the other in silence； almost amazed to see each other；
so far sundered were they by their inner thoughts。 Charles gazed
at her with the dull look of a drunken man； while he listened
motionless to the last cries of the sufferer； that followed each
other in long…drawn modulations； broken by sharp spasms like the
far…off howling of some beast being slaughtered。 Emma bit her wan
lips； and rolling between her fingers a piece of coral that she
had broken； fixed on Charles the burning glance of her eyes like
two arrows of fire about to dart forth。 Everything in him
irritated her now； his face； his dress； what he did not say； his
whole person； his existence； in fine。 She repented of her past
virtue as of a crime； and what still remained of it rumbled away
beneath the furious blows of her pride。 She revelled in all the
evil ironies of triumphant adultery。 The memory of her lover came
back to her with dazzling attractions； she threw her whole soul
into it； borne away towards this image with a fresh enthusiasm；
and Charles seemed to her as much removed from her life； as
absent forever； as impossible and annihilated； as if he had been
about to die and were passing under her eyes。
There was a sound of steps on the pavement。 Charles looked up；
and through the lowered blinds he saw at the corner of the market
in the broad sunshine Dr。 Canivet； who was wiping his brow with
his handkerchief。 Homais； behind him； was carrying a large red
box in his hand； and both were going towards the chemist's。
Then with a feeling of sudden tenderness and discouragement
Charles turned to his wife saying to her
〃Oh； kiss me； my own！〃
〃Leave me！〃 she said； red with anger。
〃What is the matter？〃 he asked； stupefied。 〃Be calm； compose
yourself。 You know well enough that I love you。 Come！〃
〃Enough！〃 she cried with a terrible look。
And escaping from the room； Emma closed the door so violently
that the barometer fell from the wall and smashed on the floor。
Charles sank back into his arm…chair overwhelmed； trying to
discover what could be wrong with her； fancying some nervous
illness； weeping； and vaguely feeling something fatal and
incomprehensible whirling round him。
When Rodolphe came to the garden that evening； he found his
mistress waiting for him at the foot of the steps on the lowest
stair。 They threw their arms round one another； and all their
rancour melted like snow beneath the warmth of that kiss。
Chapter Twelve
They began to love one another again。 Often； even in the middle
of the day； Emma suddenly wrote to him； then from the window made
a sign to Justin； who； taking his apron off； quickly ran to La
Huchette。 Rodolphe would come； she had sent for him to tell him
that she was bored； that her husband was odious； her life
frightful。
〃But what can I do？〃 he cried one day impatiently。
〃Ah！ if you would〃
She was sitting on the floor between his knees； her hair loose；
her look lost。
〃Why； what？〃 said Rodolphe。
She sighed。
〃We would go and live elsewheresomewhere！〃
〃You are really mad！〃 he said laughing。 〃How could that be
possible？〃
She returned to the subject； he pretended not to understand； and
turned the conversation。
What he did not understand was all this worry about so simple an
affair as love。 She had a motive； a reason； and； as it were； a
pendant to her affection。
Her tenderness； in fact； grew each day with her repulsion to her
husband。 The more she gave up herself to the