"Not yet. But you seem more disturbed than mother."
"You know where infants are concerned fear is justifiable. A trifle suffices..."
He looked at me with his limpid, blue eyes, and I feared to meet them.
When he had gone I leaped from my bed. "So, the effects commence," I thought. "So, there is no more doubt about it. How much longer has he to live? Perhaps he will not die ... not die! Oh! no, that is impossible. The air was icy, cut short his respiration." And again I saw the infant breathing, again I saw his little mouth half-closed, the dimple in his throat.
XLVI.
The doctor said:
"There is no reason whatever for anxiety. It is nothing but a slight cold. The air-passages are free."
He bent again over Raymond's bare breast, auscultating him.
"There is not the slightest obstruction.
"You can assure yourself by listening," he added, turning toward me.