MME. DUPONT [turning to the nurse] Nurse, you know that baby is a little ill.
NURSE. Oh no, ma’am.
MME. DUPONT. Indeed she is.
NURSE. I’ve looked after her as well as possible, I know I have, ma’am.
MME. DUPONT. I do not say you have not. But she is ill: the doctors say so.
NURSE. That’s a fine story! As if doctors weren’t always finding something, so that you mayn’t think they don’t know their business!
MME. DUPONT. But our doctor is a great doctor; and you have seen yourself that baby has little pimples.
NURSE. Oh ma’am, that’s nothing but the heat of her blood. Don’t you worry about it, I tell you it’s only the strength of her blood. It isn’t my fault. I’ve always done everything for her and kept her that clean and proper.
MME. DUPONT. No one says that it is your fault.
NURSE. Then what are you finding fault with me about? Ah, there isn’t anything the matter with her. The pretty little darling, she’s a regular town baby she is, just a bit poorly; but she’s all right, I promise you.