"Why," he asked Pierre LeDou's wife, "did your husband bring me here?"
"You were hurt and needed help," she said simply.
In sudden haste Ramsay felt his pocket, and discovered that the two silver dollars were gone. He remembered that he had lost them while he fought with Devil Chad, and a flood of embarrassment almost overwhelmed him.
"I—I have no money to pay you," he said awkwardly.
For the first time she looked reprovingly at him. "We did not ask for money, M'sieu. One does not."
Ramsay knew another awkward moment and a little shame. "It is very good of you," he said.
She said, "One does not neglect a fellow human."
Ramsay finished eating and pushed his dishes back. Pierre LeDou's wife, who had already finished washing the rest of the dishes, put Ramsay's in the dish water and left them there. She smiled at him. "It would be well if you rested."
"I'm not tired. Really I'm not."
"You should rest. Badly were you hurt."