Laughing, she said, "Of course."
Dr. Cartier used his cane to pin down a leaf.
"We have too many cases ... compulsory cases ... just flooded."
"Jean has mentioned the problem..."
"More than that," exclaimed the doctor, beginning to walk away, "more than that ... I could use ten nurses like Jean ... we lack equipment. So, so you came back to France to help! My best to Mme. Ronde, and remind her of our dinner engagement tomorrow night. She works with my wife ... more problems. It's a time of problems, as you know."
"Be careful." He stopped walking to emphasize his warning. "There are many who want to talk, who make trouble." He smiled a smile at himself, a sad smile, and turned away.
Orville kissed Jean, encircling her in his arms. Remember her perfume, something said. Remember!
"Darling," she said.
"Do you like Dr. Cartier?"
"Yes ... I assume he is very capable?"