He was holding Colin's wrist and he pushed up his sleeve and felt his arm.
"You are not feverish," he said thoughtfully, "and such flesh as you have gained is healthy.

If you can keep this up, my boy, we need not talk of dying.

Your father will be happy to hear of this remarkable improvement." "I won't have him told!" Colin broke forth fiercely.

"It will only disappoint him if I get worse again--and I may get worse this very night.

I might have a raging fever.