'I think she's asleep; don't wake her.'
But Dick went over, and holding a candle in one hand he looked long and anxiously at his child.
'I'm afraid the little thing is not well; she's fidgeting, and is as restless as possible.'
'I wish you'd leave her alone; if she awakes, it's I who will have the trouble of her, not you. It's very unkind of you.'
Dick looked at his wife and said nothing; but as she continued to speak, the evidences of drink became so unmistakable that he said, trying not to offend her:
'I'm afraid you've been drinking a little too much of the brandy the doctor ordered you.'
At this accusation, Kate drew herself up and angrily denied having touched a drop of anything that day.
'How dare you accuse me of being drunk? You ought to respect me more.'
'Drunk, Kate? I never said you were drunk, but I thought you might have taken an overdose.'
'I suppose you'll believe me when I tell you that I've not had a teaspoonful of anything.'