Esther did not answer, and her white, sullen face remained unchanged. She had a great deal on her mind, and would have spoken if the words did not seem to betray her when she attempted to speak.
"When the baby is well, and the doctor is satisfied there is no danger of infection, you can bring it here—once a month will be sufficient. Is there anything more?"
"Mrs. Spires thinks my baby ought to see the doctor."
"Well, let her send for the doctor."
"Being a bit short of money——"
"How much is it?" said Esther.
"Well, what we pays is five shillings to the doctor, but then there's the medicine he will order, and I was going to speak to you about a piece of flannel; if yer could let me have ten shillings to go on with."
"But I haven't so much left. I must see my baby," and Esther moved towards the door.
"No, no, nurse, I cannot hear of it; I'd sooner pay the money myself. Now, how much do you want, Mrs. Spires?"
"Ten shillings will do for the present, ma'am."