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XIX. “It Has Come!”
“No,Iwillnothavethenurse,”somagnificentlythatMarycouldnothelprememberinghowtheyoungnativePrincehadlookedwithhisdiamondsandemeraldsandpearlsstuckalloverhimandthegreatrubiesonthesmalldarkhandhehadwavedtocommandhisservantstoapproachwithsalaamsandreceivehisorders.
“Mycousinknowshowtotakecareofme.Iamalwaysbetterwhensheiswithme.Shemademebetterlastnight.AverystrongboyIknowwillpushmycarriage.”
Dr.Cravenfeltratheralarmed.IfthistiresomehystericalboyshouldchancetogetwellhehimselfwouldloseallchanceofinheritingMisselthwaite;buthewasnotanunscrupulousman,thoughhewasaweakone,andhedidnotintendtolethimrunintoactualdanger.
“Hemustbeastrongboyandasteadyboy,”hesaid.“AndImustknowsomethingabouthim.Whoishe?Whatishisname?”
“It’sDickon,”Maryspokeupsuddenly.ShefeltsomehowthateverybodywhoknewthemoormustknowDickon.Andshewasright,too.ShesawthatinamomentDr.Craven’sseriousfacerelaxedintoarelievedsmile.
“Oh,Dickon,”hesaid.“IfitisDickonyouwillbesafeenough.He’sasstrongasamoorpony,isDickon.”
“Andhe’strusty,”saidMary.“He’sth’trustiestladi’Yorkshire.”ShehadbeentalkingYorkshiretoColinandsheforgotherself.
“DidDickonteachyouthat?”askedDr.Craven,laughingoutright.
“I’mlearningitasifitwasFrench,”saidMaryrathercoldly.“It’slikeanativedialectinIndia.Verycleverpeopletrytolearnthem.IlikeitandsodoesColin.
