"Hand me the drops, Zara." Zara poured something out of a bottle into a cup, and Pietro held it to the sick woman's livid lips.
She choked and swallowed, and, as if by magic, lay still in his arms.
Very tenderly he laid her back on the bed.
"She will sleep now, Zara," he said.

"Let us go." They descended the stairs.

Down below, the man laid his hands on his wife's shoulders and looked into her face.
"Watch her, Zara," he said, "for she is mad, and the very first opportunity she will make her escape and seek out Sir Jasper Kingsland; and that is the very last thing I want.

So watch your mother well.".