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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
does
n'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
do
n'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
.
