"Well, we must expect some pain." Her voice was as big and breezy as all outdoors.
Medfield's face relaxed under it—to a kind of meek patience.
Aunt Jane watched it kindly.
"What you need, Mr. Medfield, is a good wife——"
The eyes flew open—and stared—and closed again quickly.
She nodded. "That's what I've been thinking—some one that has sense and can do things—not just talk about 'em."
He smiled faintly. "I'm taken very good care of," he replied politely. "I couldn't ask for better care than I've had here." The eyes closed themselves again.
"Yes—Miss Canfield's a good nurse." She was watching the face and the closed eyes. "She takes good care—and she's got sense.... What I was thinking was, that you could go home now—if you had somebody to go with you to look after you and take interest—if you had a wife."
"I'm not well enough," interposed Medfield quickly.
"Oh, yes—you're well enough, I guess."