The cook came up, and between them they brought the child back to life.
She opened her eyes and smiled. "Is that you, daddy," she whispered, "or
do I dreams?"
"Yes, dear, it is I."
"Where has you been, daddy--to see Auntie Beatrice?"
"Yes, love," he said, with a gasp.
"Oh, daddy, my head do feel funny; but I don't mind now you is come
back. You won't go away no more, will you, daddy?"
"No, dear, no more."
After that she began to wander a little, and finally dropped into a
troubled sleep.
Within half an hour both the doctor and the nurse arrived. The former
listened to Geoffrey's tale and examined the child.
"She may pull through it," he said, "she has got a capital constitution;
but I'll tell you what it is--if she had lain another five minutes in
that draught there would have been an end of her. You came in the nick
of time. And now if I were you I should go to bed. You can do no good
here, and you look dreadfully ill yourself."
But Geoffrey shook his head. He said he would go downstairs and smoke a
pipe. He did not want to go to bed at present; he was too tired.
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