![]() ![]() “It is because my cousin makes me forget that she makes me better.”ĭr. If there was a doctor anywhere who could make you forget you were ill instead of remembering it I would have him brought here.” And he waved a thin hand which ought really to have been covered with royal signet rings made of rubies. “When I lie by myself and remember I begin to have pains everywhere and I think of things that make me begin to scream because I hate them so. “I don’t want to remember,” interrupted the Rajah, appearing again. “You are evidently better, but you must remember-” Craven, more perplexed than ever and glancing sideways at Mistress Mary sitting on her stool and looking down silently at the carpet. “I wouldn’t take it at first and after Mary made me quiet she talked me to sleep-in a low voice-about the spring creeping into a garden.” Did you take your bromide last night, Colin?” “If it amuses you perhaps it won’t do you any harm. “I’m learning it as if it was French,” said Mary rather coldly. “He’s th’ trustiest lad i’ Yorkshire.” She had been talking Yorkshire to Colin and she forgot herself. He’s as strong as a moor pony, is Dickon.” “If it is Dickon you will be safe enough. Craven’s serious face relaxed into a relieved smile. She felt somehow that everybody who knew the moor must know Dickon. “He must be a strong boy and a steady boy,” he said. If this tiresome hysterical boy should chance to get well he himself would lose all chance of inheriting Misselthwaite but he was not an unscrupulous man, though he was a weak one, and he did not intend to let him run into actual danger. A very strong boy I know will push my carriage.”ĭr. “No, I will not have the nurse,” so magnificently that Mary could not help remembering how the young native Prince had looked with his diamonds and emeralds and pearls stuck all over him and the great rubies on the small dark hand he had waved to command his servants to approach with salaams and receive his orders. “And the nurse, of course?” suggested Dr. “I don’t when I am by myself,” replied the Rajah “but my cousin is going out with me.” “I thought you did not like fresh air,” he said. “Fresh air won’t tire me,” said the young Rajah.Īs there had been occasions when this same young gentleman had shrieked aloud with rage and had insisted that fresh air would give him cold and kill him, it is not to be wondered at that his doctor felt somewhat startled. “It must be a very fine day,” he said, “and you must be very careful not to tire yourself.” Craven sat down by him and felt his pulse and looked at him curiously. “I’m going out in my chair in a day or two if it is fine. “I’m better now-much better,” Colin answered, rather like a Rajah. “I am sorry to hear you were ill last night, my boy,” Dr. Mary became quite still and Colin looked fretful. “Dickon says they’re larkspurs made big and grand,” cried Mistress Mary. “Those long spires of blue ones-we’ll have a lot of those,” Colin was announcing. Colin was on his sofa in his dressing-gown and he was sitting up quite straight looking at a picture in one of the garden books and talking to the plain child who at that moment could scarcely be called plain at all because her face was so glowing with enjoyment. Medlock opened the door he heard laughing and chattering. Craven beheld when he entered his patient’s room was indeed rather astonishing to him. ![]() She just flew at him like a little cat last night, and stamped her feet and ordered him to stop screaming, and somehow she startled him so that he actually did stop, and this afternoon-well just come up and see, sir. The Lord knows she’s nothing to look at and you scarcely ever hear her speak, but she did what none of us dare do. That plain sour-faced child that’s almost as bad as himself has just bewitched him. Medlock, “you’ll scarcely believe your eyes when you see him. ![]() The boy is half insane with hysteria and self-indulgence.” “He will break a blood-vessel in one of those fits some day. Medlock rather irritably when he arrived. On this occasion he was away from Misselthwaite Manor until afternoon. Craven dreaded and detested the difficulties of these visits. He was always sent for at once when such a thing occurred and he always found, when he arrived, a white shaken boy lying on his bed, sulky and still so hysterical that he was ready to break into fresh sobbing at the least word. Craven had been sent for the morning after Colin had had his tantrum. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. ![]()
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