"Good morning, senorita!" he exclaimed.  "How is our patient?  Vastly better, Mammy tells me.  I see she is busy preparing some broth for Senor Grenvile, but he must not have it until I have thoroughly satisfied myself that it would be good for him.  Well, senor," as he seated himself on the side of the bed and laid his fingers upon my pulse, "you are looking rather more like a living being than you were twenty-four hours ago.  Mammy's medicines are simply marvellous, I will say that for them, although the old witch will not tell me of what they are composed.  Um! yes; eyes bright--almost too bright--pulse strong but decidedly too quick.  You have been talking too much.  That will not do. The senorita"--she had slipped out of the room by this time--"must either stay away, or not talk to you.  Now, let me look at your wound." And he proceeded very carefully to remove the dressings.