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“
I
had
seen
it
—
and
I
had
been
in
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
found
the
key
and
got
in
weeks
ago
.
But
I
daren
’
t
tell
you
—
I
daren
’
t
because
I
was
so
afraid
I
couldn
’
t
trust
you
—
for
sure
!
”
Of
course
Dr
.
Craven
had
been
sent
for
the
morning
after
Colin
had
had
his
tantrum
.
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
.
In
fact
,
Dr
.
Craven
dreaded
and
detested
the
difficulties
of
these
visits
.
On
this
occasion
he
was
away
from
Misselthwaite
Manor
until
afternoon
.
“
How
is
he
?
”
he
asked
Mrs
.
Medlock
rather
irritably
when
he
arrived
.
“
He
will
break
a
blood
-
vessel
in
one
of
those
fits
some
day
.
The
boy
is
half
insane
with
hysteria
and
self
-
indulgence
.
”
“
Well
,
sir
,
”
answered
Mrs
.
Medlock
,
“
you
’
ll
scarcely
believe
your
eyes
when
you
see
him
.
That
plain
sour
-
faced
child
that
’
s
almost
as
bad
as
himself
has
just
bewitched
him
.
How
she
’
s
done
it
there
’
s
no
telling
.
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
.
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
.
It
’
s
past
crediting
.
”
The
scene
which
Dr
.
Craven
beheld
when
he
entered
his
patient
’
s
room
was
indeed
rather
astonishing
to
him
.
As
Mrs
.
Medlock
opened
the
door
he
heard
laughing
and
chattering
.
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
.
“
Those
long
spires
of
blue
ones
—
we
’
ll
have
a
lot
of
those
,
”
Colin
was
announcing
.
“
They
’
re
called
Del
-
phin
-
iums
.
”
“
Dickon
says
they
’
re
larkspurs
made
big
and
grand
,
”
cried
Mistress
Mary
.
“
There
are
clumps
there
already
.
”
Then
they
saw
Dr
.
Craven
and
stopped
.
Mary
became
quite
still
and
Colin
looked
fretful
.
“
I
am
sorry
to
hear
you
were
ill
last
night
,
my
boy
,
”
Dr
.
Craven
said
a
trifle
nervously
.
He
was
rather
a
nervous
man
.
