"Did you see him?" demanded Medfield.
"Yes." The little dear color that was always in her face mounted a trifle. "He's coming after dinner," she added quietly.
Medfield's face was cheerful. "I want to see him when he comes— If I am asleep, you tell him to wait."
"Very well, sir."
"You tell him, yourself. Don't trust any of those people out there!" He made a motion of distrust toward the hospital in general. "You have him wait—see him yourself."
[XXX]
In the linen-room at the end of the corridor Miss Canfield was busy with supplies for Suite A. She stood on a chair in front of a great cupboard; and her shoulders were lost in the depths of the cupboard.... A sound behind her caused her to withdraw her head.
Julian Medfield, standing in the door, looked at her.