Why should she not live?
"Doesn't any husband want his wife to live!" he answered sullenly.

"But I want to know what ails her.

What medicine you going to give her ?" "I don't know," the Young Doctor replied meditatively.

"When she is quite rid of this attack, I'll examine her again and let you know." Suddenly there shot into the greenish old eyes a reddish look of rage; jealousy, horrible, gruesome jealousy, took possession of Joel Mazarine.
This young man to come in and go out of his wife's bedroom, to--Why weren't there women doctors?
He would get one over from the Coast, or from Winnipeg, or else there was old Doctor Gensing, in Askatoon--who was seventy-five at least.

He would call him in and get rid of this offensive young pill-maker.
"I don't believe there's anything the matter with her," he declared stubbornly.