He nodded. "But it's a secret!" he cautioned. "Nobody knows—except you and me." He looked at her happily and shared his secret with her.
Aunt Jane's face grew inscrutable. She gave a little sigh. "When did it happen?" she asked.
"It hasn't happened!" returned Medfield. "But it's going to——"
"Well!" Aunt Jane got her breath. "It makes me feel as if I was a kind of blind—Blind as a bat!" she said vigorously. "Not to see.... I guess maybe I don't see anything!" she added with quiet scorn.
He laughed out. "You see more than I wish you did!... You were the only one I couldn't fool. You suspected something right away."
"Yes, I suspected something—" said Aunt Jane. She let it go at that. She beamed on him. "I don't know when I've been so pleased about anything!" she declared. "He's a nice boy!"
"One of the best!" said Medfield. "All he needs is backbone—and a little more steadying."
"She'll help," commented Aunt Jane.
"Yes, she will help." Medfield was thoughtful. "But he needs some one in the business—I'm going to put him right into the business and the older men will overrun him—if I don't look out. He's clever. But he's too eager to agree. He takes the first thing at hand. He doesn't look ahead."
Aunt Jane's glance followed it. "He is pretty agreeable," she said slowly. "He needs somebody kind of contrary, I guess——"