[XVII]
"Mr. Medfield is asking for you again," said Miss Canfield.
Aunt Jane, coming out of the Children's Ward, stopped and looked at the nurse and smiled. "I suppose he's fussing and tewing a good deal?" she asked.
"He is," admitted Miss Canfield.
"Well, I'll be in by and by. You can tell him I'm coming."
She went leisurely on. When she had made the rounds of the top floor and had descended to the office and entered a few items in her day-book and given directions for linen and had a conference with the cook, she turned toward Suite A.
She knocked on the outer door, and bent her head a little to listen—and as she listened she had a sudden sense of the room on the other side of the door—she saw it lying in the darkness, and she heard the rooster's clear, shrill call through the window, and saw the straight form on the bed. It all came before her and vanished as she put her hand on the door and knocked.
"Come in!" The voice was sharp and a little imperious.
Aunt Jane opened the door.