He gave a little pinch to the baby's soft flesh, and she cried out piteously; again the same action, the same result.

Sylvia laid her mother down, and stretched out her arms for her child, hushing it, and moaning over it.
'So far so good!' said Dr Morgan to himself.

'But where is the husband?
He ought to be here.' He went down-stairs to make inquiry for Philip; that poor young creature, about whose health he had never felt thoroughly satisfied since the fever after her confinement, was in an anxious condition, and with an inevitable shock awaiting her.

Her husband ought to be with her, and supporting her to bear it.
Dr Morgan went into the shop.

Hester alone was there.