Here, after Caius had said all that there was to say, and Madame Le Maitre, with skilful hands, had done all that she could do in a short time, they left the young girl.
At the next and last house of their round, where the day before one child had been ill, they now found three tossing and crying with pain and fever.

When it was time for them to go, Caius saw his companion silently wring her hands at the thought of leaving them, for the mother, worn out and very ignorant, was the only nurse.

It did not seem that it could be helped.

Caius went out to his horse, and Madame Le Maitre to hers, but he saw her stand beside it as if too absent in mind to spring to its back; her face was looking up into the blue above.
"You are greatly troubled," said Caius.
"Oh yes," her voice was low, but it came like the sound of a cry.

"I do not know what to do.