Morphine is the only thing.

We are going to try camphorated oil, but there is hardly a chance--not a chance." He turned to go back into the room, then stopped, and added in the same tone of professional stoicism: "The nurse will be here in half an hour, and I shall wait till she comes." When Gabriella went back to the sitting-room, Miss Polly was weeping.

"I followed you and heard what he said.

Oh, Gabriella, ain't life too awful!" "I'll be glad when the nurse comes," answered Gabriella with impatience.
Emotionally she felt as if she had turned to stone, and she had little inclination to explore the trite and tangled paths of Miss Polly's philosophy.
The nurse, a stout, blond woman in spectacles, arrived on the stroke of the half-hour, and after talking with her a few minutes, the doctor took up his bag and came to tell Gabriella that he would return about daybreak.

"I've given instructions to the nurse, and Mr.O'Hara will sit up in case he is needed, but there is nothing to do except keep the patient perfectly quiet and give the hypodermics.