[XLIII]
It was very quiet in the hospital. The lights were turned low in the corridors; only a subdued glow from Aunt Jane's office shone out into the dimness.
Dr. Carmon, on his round of late visits, glanced at the light as he came and went. He had not seen Aunt Jane to-day. He had been out of town. It had been a hard day for Dr. Carmon.
When the last visit was over, he hesitated a minute. Then he went swiftly down the hall toward the light shining from the door.
At the door he paused. Aunt Jane, over by the shaded lamp, sat in her rocking-chair. She rocked gently; and as she rocked, little thoughts came and went in her face.
He stood silently watching the face. It was smiling now. He stepped in quickly.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.