He'd throw himself into such a state that Dr.Craven said he couldn't be responsible for forcing him.Well, sir, just without warning--not long after one of his worst tantrums he suddenly insisted on being taken out every day by Miss Mary and Susan Sowerby's boy ****on that could push his chair.He took a fancy to both Miss Mary and ****on, and ****on brought his tame animals, and, if you'll credit it, sir, out of doors he will stay from morning until night.""How does he look?" was the next question.
"If he took his food natural, sir, you'd think he was putting on flesh--but we're afraid it may be a sort of bloat.
He laughs sometimes in a queer way when he's alone with Miss Mary.He never used to laugh at all.Dr.Craven is coming to see you at once, if you'll allow him.
He never was as puzzled in his life."
"Where is Master Colin now?" Mr.Craven asked.
"In the garden, sir.He's always in the garden--though not a human creature is allowed to go near for fear they'll look at him."Mr.Craven scarcely heard her last words.
"In the garden," he said, and after he had sent Mrs.Medlock away he stood and repeated it again and again.
"In the garden!"
He had to make an effort to bring himself back to the place he was standing in and when he felt he was on earth again he turned and went out of the room.
He took his way, as Mary had done, through the door in the shrubbery and among the laurels and the fountain beds.
The fountain was playing now and was encircled by beds of brilliant autumn flowers.He crossed the lawn and turned into the Long Walk by the ivied walls.He did not walk quickly, but slowly, and his eyes were on the path.
He felt as if he were being drawn back to the place he had so long forsaken, and he did not know why.
As he drew near to it his step became still more slow.
He knew where the door was even though the ivy hung thick over it--but he did not know exactly where it lay--that buried key.
So he stopped and stood still, looking about him, and almost the moment after he had paused he started and listened--asking himself if he were walking in a dream.
The ivy hung thick over the door, the key was buried under the shrubs, no human being had passed that portal for ten lonely years--and yet inside the garden there were sounds.They were the sounds of running scuffling feet seeming to chase round and round under the trees, they were strange sounds of lowered suppressed voices--exclamations and smothered joyous cries.
It seemed actually like the laughter of young things, the uncontrollable laughter of children who were trying not to be heard but who in a moment or so--as their excitement mounted--would burst forth.What in heaven's name was he dreaming of--what in heaven's name did he hear? Was he losing his reason and thinking he heard things which were not for human ears? Was it that the far clear voice had meant?
And then the moment came, the uncontrollable moment when the sounds forgot to hush themselves.The feet ran faster and faster--they were nearing the garden door--there was quick strong young breathing and a wild outbreak of laughing shows which could not be contained--and the door in the wall was flung wide open, the sheet of ivy swinging back, and a boy burst through it at full speed and, without seeing the outsider, dashed almost into his arms.
Mr.Craven had extended them just in time to save him from falling as a result of his unseeing dash against him, and when he held him away to look at him in amazement at his being there he truly gasped for breath.
He was a tall boy and a handsome one.He was glowing with life and his running had sent splendid color leaping to his face.He threw the thick hair back from his forehead and lifted a pair of strange gray eyes--eyes full of boyish laughter and rimmed with black lashes like a fringe.
It was the eyes which made Mr.Craven gasp for breath.
"Who--What? Who!" he stammered.
This was not what Colin had expected--this was not what he had planned.He had never thought of such a meeting.
And yet to come dashing out--winning a race--perhaps it was even better.He drew himself up to his very tallest.
Mary, who had been running with him and had dashed through the door too, believed that he managed to make himself look taller than he had ever looked before--inches taller.
"Father," he said, "I'm Colin.You can't believe it.
I scarcely can myself.I'm Colin."
Like Mrs.Medlock, he did not understand what his father meant when he said hurriedly:
"In the garden! In the garden!"
