"I thought you was abed, sir," she said.
"No; I am too anxious to sleep."
"I think every one is anxious, sir," Mrs. Woolper answered, gravely.
"How is your patient?"
The pretty white curtains of the little brass Arabian bedstead were drawn.
"She is asleep, sir. She sleeps a great deal. The doctor said that was only natural."
"She has taken her medicine, I suppose?" said Mr. Sheldon.
He glanced round the room as he asked this question, but could see no trace of medicine-bottle or glass.
"Yes, sir; she has taken it twice, the poor dear."
"Let me look at the medicine."