Miss Canfield came. She waited with an inquiring look.
"I should like to see Mrs. Holbrook," said Medfield politely.
"Aunt Jane?" The nurse hesitated. "She's in the Children's Ward. Is it something that can wait—or something I can do for you, sir?" Her face was troubled.
He smiled at her reassuringly. "I want to see Aunt Jane— She will come, I think—if you tell her." He settled back comfortably in his chair and waited.
He did not look up when Aunt Jane came in. His head rested against the chair and his face was drawn in the look of pathetic distress and helplessness that calls for pity.
Aunt Jane took in the look with kindly glance.
"You've been having too much company," she said.
"I do feel rather done up," admitted Medfield weakly.
"Well, you better go right to bed—" Aunt Jane moved toward the door of the adjoining room.