You go and you fetch him, you pay him for his time, and he cures you.

It was he who put little Romeo Boilly on his legs again after being run over by a wagon loaded with planks." The sick woman had relapsed into stupor, and was moaning feebly with her eyes closed.
"I will go and get him if you like," suggested Eutrope.
"But what will you do for a horse ?" asked Maria.

"The doctor has Charles Eugene at Honfleur." Chapdelaine clenched his fist in wrath and swore through his teeth:--"The old rascal!" Eutrope thought a moment before speaking.

"It makes no difference.

I will go just the same.