Thus assured, Mrs. Campbell regarded Henry for a few minutes longer, and then left the room. But her heart was not at ease. There was a weight upon it, and it labored in its office heavily.
"Still asleep," she said, about an hour after, coming into Jane's room. "It is not usual for him to sleep so long in the morning."
Jane turned away from the penetrating glance of the mother, and remarked, indifferently:
"He has been worried out for the last two nights. That is the reason, I suppose."
Mrs. Campbell said no more, but lifted the child in her arms, and carried it to her own chamber. There she endeavored to awaken it, but, to her alarm, she found that it still slept heavily in spite of all her efforts.
Running down into the parlor with it, where her husband sat reading the morning papers, she exclaimed:
"Oh, Henry! I'm afraid that Jane has been giving this child something to make him sleep. See! I cannot awake him. Something is wrong, depend upon it!"
Mr. Campbell took the babe and endeavored to arouse him, but without effect.
"Call her down here," he then said, in a quick, resolute voice.
Jane was called down.