Aunt Jane nodded sagely, "That's what you need."
She got up leisurely. "Well, I must go do my work."
He put out his hand. "When will you come again?" he asked.
"Oh—along by and by." She was moving from him. "You just tend to getting well.... You'll be able to sit up some time this afternoon maybe." She nodded to him from the door and was gone.
He lay looking at the place where she had disappeared. A little wonder held his face; a gentleness had come into it and the eyes watching the closed door smiled dreamily.
When Miss Canfield returned she glanced at him in surprise. "You're looking better!" she exclaimed.
"I feel better!" said Medfield almost gayly. "The pain is entirely gone."
"That's good! We'll have you up—in a day or two."
"I don't see why Julian has not been in," replied Medfield.
She paused. "He did come," she spoke slowly. "But we thought perhaps it was better not to disturb you.... You were sleeping when he came—you seemed to be asleep."