He was young enough to translate it into flattering terms of emotion, but he did not do so.
He was fancy-free himself, and the time would come when he would do a tremendous thing where a woman was concerned, a woman in something the same position as this poor girl; but that shaking, thrilling thing was still far off from him.

For this child he only felt the healer's desire to heal.
He was one of those men who never force an issue; he never put forward the hands of the clock.

He felt that sooner or later Louise Mazarine--he did not yet know her Christian name--would command his help, as so many had done in that prairie country, and not necessarily for relief of physical pain or the curing of disease.

He had helped as many men and women mentally and morally as physically; the spirit of healing was behind everything he did.

His world recognized it, and that was why he was never known by his name in all the district--he was only admiringly called "The Young Doctor." He had never been to Tralee since the Mazarines had arrived, though he had passed it often and had sometimes seen Louise in the garden with her dog, her black cat and her bright canary.