Mary woke early and talked about the baby, which was teething; indeed, so soon as the nurse was up she sent for it that the three of them might hold a consultation over a swollen gum.

Also she discussed the date of their departure to Beaulieu, for again Christmas was near at hand; adding, however, somewhat to Morris's relief, that unless the baby's teeth went on better she really did not think that they could go, as it would be most unwise to take her out of the care of Dr.Charters and trust her to the tender mercies of foreign leeches.
Morris agreed that it might be risky, and mentioned that in a letter which he had received from the concierge at Beaulieu a few days before, that functionary said that the place was overrun with measles and scarlatina.
"Morris!" ejaculated Mary, sitting bolt upright in bed, "and you never told me! What is more, had it not been for baby's teeth, which brought it to your mind, I believe you never would have told me, and I might have taken those unprotected little angels and--Oh! goodness, I can't bear to think of it." Morris muttered some apologies, whereon Mary, looking at him suspiciously through her falling hair, asked: "Why did you forget to show me the letter?
Did you suppress it because you wanted to go to Beaulieu ?" "No," answered Morris with energy; "I hate Beaulieu.

I forgot, that is all; because I have so much to think about, I suppose." "So much?
I thought that things were arranged now so that you had nothing at all to think about except how to spend your money and be happy with me, and adore the dear angels--Yes, I think that perhaps the nurse had better take her away.

Touch the bell, will you?
There, she's gone.

Keep her well wrapped up, and mind the draught, nurse.
"No, don't get up yet, Morris; I want to talk to you.