“All right, thank you; the child woke, had some food, and slept well and naturally after it; and Rose has been quite comfortable and at rest since midnight. You saved us from a great deal, Raymond.”
“Ah!” with a sound of deep relief; “may Julia only turn out as sweet a piece of womanhood as her mother. Julius, I never understood half what that dear wife of yours was till yesterday.”
“I was forced to cut our gratitude very short,” said Julius, laying his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You know I’ve always taken your kindness as a matter of course.”
“I should think so,” said Raymond, the more moved of the two. “I tell you, Julius, that Rosamond was to me the only redeeming element in the day. I wanted to know whether you could walk with me to ask after that poor girl; I hear she came home one with her grandmother.”
“Gladly,” said Julius. “I ought to have gone last night; but what with Rose, and the baby, and Terry, I am afraid I forgot everything.” He disappeared, and presently issued from the front door in his broad hat, while Raymond inquired for Terry.
“He is asleep now, but he has been very restless, and there is something about him I don’t like. Did not Worth say he would come and look at the baby?”
“Yes, but chiefly to pacify Rosamond, about whom he was the most uneasy.”
“She is quite herself now; but you look overdone, Raymond. Have you had any sleep?”
“I have not lain down. When we came home at four o’clock, Cecil was quite knocked up, excited and hysterical. Her maid advised me to leave her to her; so I took a bath, and came down to wait for you.”
Julius would have liked to see the maid who could have soothed his Rosamond last night without him! He only said, however, “Is Frank come down? My mother rather expected him.”