"She herself," lucidly explained Messeu. "I have held cases that would not terminate themselves at all by anyway, no not for the years."
"Oh, but this is not a case of that sort," said Mark, half resentfully. "A few simple remedies may disperse it."
"Yes, I hope," agreed the doctor. "I would demand of Monsieur if he has tried the sangsues?
"The what?" cried Mark, who had not the remotest idea what sort of a thing "sangsues" could be. "No, I have not tried it."
"J'aime assez la sangsue, moi. She is a useful beast, sare."
Mark nearly groaned, Whatever had "useful beasts" to do with this lump of Caroline's? Useful beasts? "Is it a camel you are talking of?" he asked.
"A camel!" repeated the doctor, staring at Mark. "Pardon, I no understand."
Mark was sure he didn't. "You spoke of useful beasts, Messeu?"
"Yas, they have moche virtue, the sangsues. They do good to Madame; they bite her well."
Mark was never more at sea in his life. Roaming away in search of camels, his home perceptions were perhaps a little obscured in that moment. Bite Madame? What on earth was "sonsues?"