He rang the bell impatiently and Miss Canfield came to the door.
She glanced at the glass on the stand beside him. "You have not taken your medicine!"
He looked at it guiltily. "I forgot.... Did you make out the list?"
"Partly." She hesitated, and he fancied that a little fine flush crept along under the transparent skin. "I don't believe I remembered all you said about them."
"Never mind!" He was magnanimous and suddenly cheerful. "I'll go over them again to-morrow.... And I'd like you to see the place where they are to be put." He was speaking slowly. "I think you might help me—if it isn't too much trouble——"
She looked at him questioningly.
"My rose garden, I mean," said Medfield.
"Oh—!" The little fine flush swept up again.
He watched it with satisfaction.
"Julian has never taken much interest in the garden," said Medfield. "He doesn't know one rose from another."