“One of the women. I tould her I would nurse him after daylight.”
“When does he take his fever draughts?”
“Every two hours—Och hone, he’ll take but one more.—So young, and so beautiful, too.”
“Silence, fool; go and send the other woman to bed, and then bring in one of the draughts.”
The old nurse turned back as she was hobbling away—
“And the absolution?”
“Away, and do as I order you,” cried Rainscourt, with violence.
“Blessed Jesus, don’t talk so loud! It’s the whole house will hear you,” said the hag, beseechingly, as she left the room.
She returned with the draught. Rainscourt poured in the powder, and shook it with desperation.
“Now this is the first draught he must take; give it him directly.”