Her smile followed him from the room. She went over to the window. From the next room came the sound of voices—Miss Canfield's low and quieting, and Herman Medfield's expostulating and fretful—and then silence.
Aunt Jane went across and opened the door. She looked in on Herman Medfield. He was lying with his eyes closed and an almost peaceful expression on his countenance. Miss Canfield was not in the room.
He opened his eyes and saw Aunt Jane and closed them quickly. His face changed subtly and swiftly to mild distress.
Aunt Jane came leisurely in.
The eyes did not open or respond to her questioning look.
She sat down by the bed.
"Good morning," he said feebly.
Aunt Jane smiled. "I didn't think it was good—not very good—not from what Dr. Carmon told me," she said slowly.
Medfield sighed. "Some pain," he admitted. He turned his head restlessly.