"You have them well trained!" replied Medfield, "—all but the name," he added.
"The name doesn't matter—I thought you'd like it better?"
"I do!" He got up, half embarrassed. "I'd better hide somewhere! I never had such an ovation—for a few flowers!"
He turned toward the balcony that opened from the side of the room—with its flower-boxes, and the striped awning covering it from the sun.
He stepped out into the balcony. Below him were the roofs of houses; and the city stretched away in the distance to a sunny haze.
[XXXIX]
Medfield looked back into the ward. The children had returned to their picture-books and toys. They were not thinking of Mr. Herman any more. The quiet look had returned to the room.
"That was very pretty," he said. "Thank you!" His eyes were gentle, and a little moist, as they met hers for a moment.