"Oh, you 'sensed'!" he scoffed gently.
"Well—she'll make him a good wife," Aunt Jane rocked. "Of course, he don't need a rich wife——"
"No, I don't want him to marry money!" Medfield spoke with satisfaction. His magnanimity overspread the poverty of his son's wife—and welcomed it and exulted in it.
Aunt Jane's face was tranquil—and somewhere deep below, little twinkles came up to the surface and stirred it.
"Well, he doesn't need to marry her money—" she said slowly. "He can't help her having it, of course. But she'll make him just as good a wife."
He stared. "I must have given you a wrong impression." He was polite about it. "Julian is going to marry Miss Canfield."
"Mary Canfield has money—more money than most folks. She's going to make a good nurse, though. She came in and took the training as if she hadn't a cent to her name—She said she wanted to be something besides Sheldon Canfield's——"
"Sheldon Canfield!" He took it up. "Was Sheldon Canfield her father?"
"His name was Sheldon," said Aunt Jane. "Maybe you've heard of him?"