"He's not poor," interposed Aunt Jane. "He could give us a new wing for contagion when he gets well."
The doctor scowled a little. Perhaps it was the unconscious "us." Perhaps he was thinking that Herman G. Medfield had scant chance to give the new wing for contagion.... And a sudden sense that a great deal depended on him and that he was very tired had perhaps come over the surgeon.
Aunt Jane touched the bell by her table. "You sit down, Dr. Carmon," she said quietly.
Dr. Carmon picked up his hat. "I have to go," he replied brusquely.
"You sit down," said Aunt Jane.
He seated himself with a half smile. When Aunt Jane chose to make you like what she was doing...!
The white-coated boy who came, took an order for meat broth and sandwiches and returned with them promptly.
"You're tired out," said Aunt Jane, as she arranged the dishes on the swing-leaf to the desk. "Up all night, I suppose?"
"No." The doctor nibbled at a sandwich. Then he broke off a generous piece and swallowed it and drank a little of the hot broth.