"I shall be very glad to take her, sir!"
"Very well." Medfield was indifferent. "You can arrange it between you—four o'clock is a good time to be there," he added. "The light is very good about four." He lay silent for a few minutes. It was growing dark in the room.
"You might have them serve tea for you in the pergola," he said quietly.
Julian started. He had thought his father was asleep. He came over to the bed.
"I'll see that she has a pleasant afternoon, sir." He stood looking down at his father, his hands in his pockets.
"She's been very good to me—taken good care of me, you know," replied Medfield.
"I understand," said Julian. "I'll do everything I can to make it pleasant for her." He looked at his father—and opened his lips to say something and turned away.
Miss Canfield had come in and touched the electric light, and it flooded softly into the room.