[XXIX]
Dr. Carmon and Aunt Jane stood in the sitting-room of Suite A. The door to the bedroom was ajar, and through it Miss Canfield could be seen moving about and waiting on Herman Medfield.
Aunt Jane went quietly to the door and drew it together with noiseless touch. "How is he?" she asked.
"All right. There's nothing the matter—that I can find out." Dr. Carmon shrugged his shoulders a little. "Temperature normal—no change, you see." He pointed to the chart lying on the table, and ran his finger along the lines. "Pulse good. Slept like a top, Miss Canfield says."
"She's to go on ward duty to-day," said Aunt Jane.
He looked up quickly. "I want her!"
"You said, yesterday, I could have her for the Men's Ward," replied Aunt Jane. She was looking critically at the spot on his vest and he drew his coat quickly together.
"That was yesterday," he said gruffly. "I can't spare her now."
Aunt Jane sighed. "It doesn't seem right for one person to have everything."