Thayer scratched his head. He turned.
"Anyway, I'm going to make one more attempt at it. See what you can do, Medaine."
The girl came forward then, half smiling, and seated herself beside the bed. She took Barry's hand in hers, then with a laugh turned to Thayer.
"What shall I do? Make love to him?"
"Why not?" It was old Ba'tiste edging forward, the twinkle once more in his eyes. "Bon—good! Make love to him."
"Do you suppose it would help?" The girl was truly serious now.
"Why not?"
"I don't think—" Thayer had edged forward, nervously. Ba'tiste pushed him gently.
"Peuff! And when did M'sieu Thayer become l' M'sieu Doctaire? Ba'teese say ask him if he like you."
Medaine laughed.