Dr. Craven turned reproachfully to Mrs. Medlock.
Oh, sir she panted. I don t know how it s happened. There s not a
servant on the place tha d dare to talk they all have their orders.
Nobody told her anything, said Colin. She heard me crying and found
me herself. I am glad she came. Don t be silly, Medlock.
Mary saw that Dr. Craven did not look pleased, but it was quite plain
that he dare not oppose his patient. He sat down by Colin and felt his
pulse.
I am afraid there has been too much excitement. Excitement is not good
for you, my boy, he said.
I should be excited if she kept away, answered Colin, his eyes
beginning to look dangerously sparkling. I am better. She makes me
better. The nurse must bring up her tea with mine. We will have tea
together.
Mrs. Medlock and Dr. Craven looked at each other in a troubled way, but
there was evidently nothing to be done.
He does look rather better, sir, ventured Mrs. Medlock.
But thinking the matter over he looked better this morning before
she came into the room.
She came into the room last night. She stayed with me a long time. She
sang a Hindustani song to me and it made me go to sleep, said Colin.
I was better when I wakened up. I wanted my breakfast. I want my tea
now. Tell nurse, Medlock.
Dr. Craven did not stay very long. He talked to the nurse for a few
minutes when she came into the room and said a few words of warning to
Colin. He must not talk too much; he must not forget that he was ill;
he must not forget that he was very easily tired. Mary thought that
there seemed to be a number of uncomfortable things he was not to
forget.
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