The widow's eye rested on it.
"Nothing, thank you," said Medfield.
"You have sat up a little longer than the doctor said— You must not get too tired."
She left the room, carrying the little tray lightly before her, moving with noiseless step.
Three pairs of eyes watched her from the room.
"They take good care of you, don't they?" said Mrs. Cawein patronizingly. Her eyes were still reflectively on the door.
"The best of care!" responded Medfield.
"Well—" she sighed brightly and shook the handkerchief. "I think I was told to go?" She nodded archly. "Yes—she told me!— I feel sure of it!"
She got up. "You must get well fast!" Her hand touched his lightly and whisked away, and the violet scent was wafted about him.