She knew but little Italian, but could understand that the cordial was a febrifuge of some sort.

Her father, her mother, and all the household were anxious for her recovery, and she resolved to obey her husband's directions.

Whatever the risk, if any, she was prepared to run it.

A glass of water was brought, and the drops dropped in.
The effect, though not miraculous, was remarkable.

In less than an hour she felt calmer, cooler, better able to reflect--less inclined to fret and chafe and wear herself away.