The boy watched the play with amused eyes. He had no idea his father could be so courtly with women.
The visitor bridled to it and used her eyes. "It's a mercy you're better! Think of the interests you represent!"
"I try not to think of them," said Medfield dryly.
"Of course!— You must not!" She quite cried out about it.
Then she turned to Julian. "And where have you been—naughty boy?"
The young man blushed and stammered. She had not held him at finger ends the last time he saw her.
"I've been—been everywhere!" he said with a laugh.
Aunt Jane had slipped quietly into the next room and through the doorway her ample figure could be seen shaking up pillows and moving softly about. The widow's eyes followed the figure reflectively and watched it disappear through a door that led into the corridor.
"Julian—dear——"