Scene III.—
An Antechamber in the Castle. A Nurse and Doctor.
Doctor.
The child is a fine one—perfectly healthy—wants
nothing but his natural nourishment. But you must
be careful about your mistress.
Nurse.
O my dear lady! What is the matter with her,
Doctor?
Doctor.
Nerves, only nerves. Nothing but nerves.
Nurse.
And what is nerves, Doctor?
Doctor.
Nerves are . . . humph! nerves are . . . (looking
at his watch). Bless my soul, how late it is! Be
good enough to see that Lady Orval takes the draught
I have prescribed, every fourth hour. And above all,
no excitement! no excitement! The child will do
very well. Which is the way, my good woman?
Thank you. Remember, no excitement. And the
draught every four hours.
(
Exit.)
Nurse.
O my dear lady! if I knew what ailed her. Nerves?
Sweet soul, 'tis the heart, I fear, that is breaking.