Herman Medfield looked up and saw her, and rose instinctively.
Aunt Jane set the tray on the table and pushed the table gently toward him. "Sit down," she said.
He sat down in his chair by the window, looking up at her inquiringly.
"Everything's there," said Aunt Jane. She glanced over the tray. "You're to eat it all—all there is on the tray."
The man laid down his paper and smiled at her quizzically.
"But, madam, I have no appetite," he said courteously.
Aunt Jane regarded him mildly over her spectacles. "Folks that come here don't generally have appetites," she said. "They come here to get 'em."
Something crossed in the air between them and the millionaire's eyes dropped first. He drew his chair toward the table.
A half smile hovered on Aunt Jane's lips. She took up the coffee-pot and reached to the sugar. "How many lumps?" she asked pleasantly.