Canivet

Felicite knelt down before the crucifix, and the druggist himself slightly bent his knees, while Monsieur Canivet looked out vaguely at the Place.

Madame Bovary 2003

Then, while apparently listening to Canivet, he rubbed his fingers up and down beneath his nostrils, and repeated — “Good! good!”

Madame Bovary 2003

At last, when Canivet came in, he threw himself into his arms.

Madame Bovary 2003

He found him alone (Monsieur Canivet had left), sitting in an arm-chair near the window, staring with an idiotic look at the flags of the floor.

Madame Bovary 2003

Canivet, always retaining his self-command, nevertheless began to feel uneasy.

Madame Bovary 2003

Bovary raised his hands; Canivet stopped short; and Homais pulled off his skull-cap long before the doctor had come in.

Madame Bovary 2003

Canivet, who did not care either to have Emma die under his hands.

Madame Bovary 2003

Canivet, who launched out on the exigencies of his art.

Madame Bovary 2003

Canivet was about to administer some theriac, when they heard the cracking of a whip; all the windows rattled, and a post-chaise drawn by three horses abreast, up to their ears in mud, drove at a gallop round the corner of the market.

Madame Bovary 2003

He called Monsieur Canivet into consultation; he sent for Dr. Lariviere, his old master, from Rouen; he was in despair.

Madame Bovary 2003