“You are making a mistake, nurse,” broke in George. “It is nothing at all of that sort; mother is quite right. I am so far from wanting to reproach you, that, on the contrary, I think she had not promised enough, and I want to make you, for my part, another promise. When you go away, when baby is old enough to be weaned, by way of thanking you, we wish to give you--” Madame Dupont broke in, hurriedly, “We wish to give you,--over and above your wages, you understand--we wish to give you five hundred francs, and perhaps a thousand, if the little one is altogether in good health. You understand?” The nurse stared at her, stupefied. “You will give me five hundred francs--for myself?” She sought to comprehend the words. “But that was not agreed, you don’t have to do that at all.” “No,” admitted Madame Dupont. “But then,” whispered the nurse, half to herself, “that’s not natural.” “Yes,” the other hurried on, “it is because the baby will have need of extra care. You will have to take more trouble; you will have to give it medicines; your task will be a little more delicate, a little more difficult.” “Oh, yes; then it’s so that I will be sure to take care of her? I understand.” “Then it’s agreed?” exclaimed Madame Dupont, with relief. “Yes ma’am,” said the nurse. “And you won’t come later on to make reproaches to us? We understand one another clearly? We have warned you that the child is sick and that you could catch the disease. Because of that, because of the special need of care which she has, we promise you five hundred francs at the end of the nursing. That’s all right, is it? “But, my lady,” cried the nurse, all her cupidity awakened, “you spoke just now of a thousand francs.” “Very well, then, a thousand francs.” George passed behind the nurse and got his mother by the arm, drawing her to one side. “It would be a mistake,” he whispered, “if we did not make her sign an agreement to all that.” His mother turned to the nurse. “In order that there may be no misunderstanding about the sum--you see how it is, I had forgotten already that I had spoken of a thousand francs--we will draw up a little paper, and you, on your part, will write one for us.” “Very good, ma’am,” said the nurse, delighted with the idea of so important a transaction. “Why, it’s just as you do when you rent a house!” “Here comes the doctor,” said the other. “Come, nurse, it is agreed?” “Yes, ma’am,” was the answer. But all the same, as she went out she hesitated and looked sharply first at the doctor, and then at George and his mother. She suspected that something was wrong, and she meant to find out if she could. The doctor seated himself in George’s office chair, as if to write a prescription. “The child’s condition remains the same,” he said; “nothing disturbing.”