"Rest!"
"Don't be foolish! You have a good woman; this woman who is helping you."
"She has been a nurse."
"I see she understands. You must take rest or you will be ill. Ill, too, at a time when you are most needed."
"Tell me, doctor. Oh! For God's sake, tell me—you don't know what she is to me! Tell me——"
"My dear madam, I can tell you nothing. As it nears midnight, will come a crucial time. Humour her; whatever she wants, no matter how extravagant it may seem, let her have it. She has an excitable nature, a nervous temperament. Do all you can to soothe her. She must not worry for anything: it might prove her death. Gratify her desires and she may sleep—sleep will be her salvation. You understand?"
"Yes, doctor."
"Whatever she asks for, gratify her."
"Yes, doctor."
"She is needing sleep; rest for that active little brain of hers. She is full of ideas of triple-headed giants, fairies and stories of that sort. Don't contradict her, get her into a state of contentment if possible. Who is this Prince Charlie she was asking for just now?"