"I wouldn't be such a cry baby. Why don't you show a little sense? There are other nurses beside Hannah." But finding she made no effort to control herself, he said in a loud voice, shaking her shoulder:
"Stop crying this minute, Gertrude. You act like a child; and you shall be treated like one." She fell back in a fit of hysterics, crying and laughing, her hands growing every moment more cold, until he grew really alarmed.
Bridget wild with excitement flew to the rescue; one moment weeping over her darling mistress, and kissing the cold hands; the next turning fiercely upon her master.
"You're the most unnatural husband the world houlds in it," she exclaimed, confronting him. "Ye've killed her with yer hard words, and she never letting me lisp a whisper of comfort. An angel out of heaven couldn't be more meek and condescinding to yer whims than she, poor crather; and now ye've killed her entirely."
"Do you think there is any danger, Bridget?" he asked, suddenly growing pale.
"Indade, and there is. If ye had the sinse of a man, let alone a lawyer, ye'd be off for the doctor at oncet."
Without a word he put on his hat, when she rattled after him:
"If she iver does come back to her sinses, 'twould be the greatest comfort of her life to see Mrs. Gilbert. That's the truth out of Bridget McCarty's mouth, and ye may do what ye plaze with it."