Worth's. They were drugging her. I don't know
whether I was in time. No, not a word"--(this to those behind)--
"never let me see any of you again."
King Coal prevented all further words of explanation by dancing
round, so that Raymond was rejoiced at finding that nobody was run
over. They were off again instantly, while Rosamond vehemently
clasped the child, which was sobbing out a feeble sound, as if quite
spent with crying, but without which the mother seemed dissatisfied,
for she moved the poor little thing about if it ceased for a moment.
They were soon within Dr. Worth's iron gates, where Raymond could
give the horse to a servant, help his sister-in-law down, and speak
for her; for at first she only held up the phial she had clutched,
and gazed at the doctor speechlessly.
He looked well both at the bottle and the baby while Raymond spoke,
and then said, "Are you sure she took any, Lady Rosamond?"
"Quite, quite sure!" cried Rosamond. "The spoon was at her lips,
the dear little helpless darling!"
"Well, then," said the doctor, dryly, "it only remains to be proved
whether an aristocratic baby can bear popular treatment.
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