CHAPTER XIV 130
" Good Lord!" exclaimed poor Mrs. Medlock, with her eyes almost starting out of her head. " Good Lord!"
" What is this?" said Dr. Craven, coming forward. " What does it mean?"
Then Mary was reminded of the boy Rajah again. Colin answered as if neither the doctor ' s alarm nor Mrs. Medlock ' s terror were of the slightest consequence. He was as little disturbed or frightened as if an elderly cat and dog had walked into the room.
" This is my cousin, Mary Lennox," he said. " I asked her to come and talk to me. I like her. She must come and talk to me whenever I send for her."
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 that ' 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