The surgeon gazed on, and the trouble in Charley's eye passed to his face, stayed an instant.

Then he turned away to Jo Portugais.

"I am thirsty now," he said, and he touched his lips in the way he was wont to do in those countless ages ago, when, millions upon millions of miles away, people said: "There goes Charley Steele!" "I am thirsty now," and that touch of the lip with the tongue, were a revelation to the surgeon.
A half-hour later he was walking homeward with the Cure.

Jo accompanied them for a distance.

As they emerged into the wider road-paths that began half-way down the mountain, the Cure, who had watched his brother's face for a long time in silence, said: "What is in your mind, Marcel ?" The surgeon turned with a half-smile.
"He is happy now.