She smiled a little as she looked down at the cards. She could see him, fuming and giving instructions that she was to come at once, and Miss Canfield's face as she took the message.
She put the cards in her pocket and went along the hall to Suite A.
Herman Medfield propped up in bed, surrounded by books and papers, looked up with a little scowling frown.
Aunt Jane glanced at it and crossed the room. She gathered up the books and papers from the bed and carried them to the table and laid them down. "I guess you won't want these any more, will you? It's most dinner-time."
She sat down by him.
His face relaxed. "I haven't seen you for four days," he remarked dryly.
"I've been busy," returned Aunt Jane. "A good many folks suffering."
He was silent. She watched the face with a shrewd, kindly smile.
"You hadn't thought as anybody could suffer, maybe—anybody except you?"