I dare say
some hundred unlucky infants have been lugged out to the race-course
to-day, and come back squalling their hearts out with fatigue and
hunger, and I'll be bound that nine-tenths are lulled with this very
sedative, and will be none the worse."
"Then you do not think it will hurt her?"
"So far from it, that, under the circumstances, it was the best
thing she could have. She has plainly been exhausted, and though I
would not exactly recommend the practice in your nursery, I doubt if
she could have taken nourishment till she had been composed. She
will sleep for an hour or two, and by that time you can get her
home, and feed her as usual. I should be more anxious about Lady
Rosamond herself," he added, turning to Raymond. "She looks
completely worn out. Let me order you a basin of soup."
But Rosamond would not hear of it, she must get baby home directly.
Raymond advised a fly, but it was recollected that none was
attainable between the races and the ball, so the little one was
muffled in shawls and cloaks almost to suffocation, and the doctor
forced a glass of wine on her mother, and promised to look in the
next day.
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