Of course, she's well, Jean Jacques." "Good-good!" he remarked.

Somehow it seemed strange to him that Zoe should be well.

Was there not a terrible sickness in his house, and had not that woman, his wife, her mother, brought the infection?
Was he himself not stricken by it?
Carmen was calm enough again.

"Go to bed, Jean Jacques," she said, "and I'll bring you a sleeping posset.

I know those headaches.