and had had no one to compare himself with. Mary had indeed been rather like him herself and since she had been at Misselthwaite had gradually discovered that her own manners had not been of the kind which is usual or popular. Having made this discovery she naturally thought it of enough interest to communicate to Colin. So she sat and looked at him curiously for a few minutes after Dr. Craven had gone. She wanted to make him ask her why she was doing it and of course she did.
" What are you looking at me for? " he said.
" I'm thinking that I am rather sorry for Dr: Craven."
" So am I," said Colin calmly, but not without an air of some satisfaction. " He won't get Misselthwaite at all now I'm not going to die."
" I'm sorry for him because of that, of course," said Mary, " but I was thinking just then that it must have been very horrid to have had to be polite for ten years to a boy who was always rude. I would never have done it."
"Am I rude? " Colin inquired undisturbedly.
" If you had been his own boy and he had been a slapping sort of man," said Mary, " he would have slapped you."
" But he daren't," said Colin.
" No, he daren't," answered Mistress Mary,