Госпожа Бовари

           "Howareyou?"theysaid,clappinghimontheshoulder."Ah!you’renotuptomuch,itseems,butit’syourownfault.Youshoulddothis!dothat!"Andthentheytoldhimstoriesofpeoplewhohadallbeencuredbyotherremediesthanhis.Thenbywayofconsolationtheyadded—

           "Yougivewaytoomuch!Getup!Youcoddleyourselflikeaking!Allthesame,oldchap,youdon’tsmellnice!"

           Gangrene,infact,wasspreadingmoreandmore.Bovaryhimselfturnedsickatit.Hecameeveryhour,everymoment.Hippolytelookedathimwitheyesfullofterror,sobbing—

           "WhenshallIgetwell?Oh,saveme!HowunfortunateIam!HowunfortunateIam!"

           Andthedoctorleft,alwaysrecommendinghimtodiethimself.

           "Don’tlistentohim,mylad,"saidMereLefrancois,"Haven’ttheytorturedyouenoughalready?You’llgrowstillweaker.Here!swallowthis."

           Andshegavehimsomegoodbeef-tea,asliceofmutton,apieceofbacon,andsometimessmallglassesofbrandy,thathehadnotthestrengthtoputtohislips.

           AbbeBournisien,hearingthathewasgrowingworse,askedtoseehim.Hebeganbypityinghissufferings,declaringatthesametimethatheoughttorejoiceatthemsinceitwasthewilloftheLord,andtakeadvantageoftheoccasiontoreconcilehimselftoHeaven.

           "For,"saidtheecclesiasticinapaternaltone,"youratherneglectedyourduties;youwererarelyseenatdivineworship.