"That's all right," replied the Young Doctor. "He'll find you better."
At that moment the half-breed woman entered the room. "He's here," she said, and came towards the bed.
"That old woman has sense," the Young Doctor murmured to himself. "She knows her man."
A minute later Joel Mazarine was in the room, and he saw the half-breed woman lift his wife's head, while the Young Doctor held a glass to her lips.
"What's all this?" Mazarine said roughly. "What?" He stopped suddenly, for the Young Doctor faced him sharply.
"She must be left alone," he said firmly and quietly, his eyes fastening the old man's eyes; and there was that in them which would not be gainsaid. "I have just given her medicine. She has been in great pain.
"We are not needed here now." He motioned towards the door. "She must be left alone."
For an instant it seemed that the old man was going to resist the dictation; but presently, after a scrutinizing look at the still, shrinking figure in the bed, he swung round, left the room and descended the stairs, the Young Doctor following.