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Rh sitting-room at the villa, before she told him about Bertrand.

"Oh, Father! you will cure him, won't you?" she pleaded, her arms about his neck.

The doctor kissed his daughter.

"My sweetest, no man can work cures! All we doctors can do is to use the knowledge God has given us as well as we know how. Sometimes the sick person gets well, and sometimes he does not; we do not pretend that all can get well, even with the wisest and best treatment. I want to see your little friend, but you must remember that his father has had the finest French doctors, and that he may refuse to consult me."

"As if any old French doctors knew as much as my father!" Ellie said indignantly.

The next day, Ellie took her father to call at the château. Bertrand looked paler than usual, and the surgeon took a