He pressed the knob of the electric cord that reached to his chair and took up the paper again. When the nurse came in, he glanced up and motioned courteously to the table. "You may take it away, please." She looked at the untouched food and lifted the tray without comment. At the door she paused, at a word from the window. The man had turned over his paper, and he glanced down another column as he said carelessly: "And--ah--would you be kind enough to telephone to my house for a box of cigars. I seem to have forgotten to bring any." The nurse waited the merest fraction of a second. "I will see if they are on your order," she said quietly, and went out. He lifted his eyes a trifle and returned to his paper. The nurse closed the two doors of Suite A noiselessly behind her. She went down the corridor, bearing the rejected tray. Half-way down the corridor she encountered a plump figure. Aunt Jane's mild glance rested on the tray. "Anything the matter with it?" she asked. "He doesn't want it," said the nurse. "He said, 'take it away.'" Her lips smiled, ever so little, as she watched the round face in its cap. The cap strings did not exactly bristle; but there was a look of firmness in the plump chin. "Take it back," said Aunt Jane. "Tell him it is what was ordered for him. He is to eat it--eat all of it." She spoke back over her shoulder, half turned away. "I've got a good many things on my hands this morning. I can't be bothered with fussy folks and notions." She passed on and disappeared in the door of Room 18. The nurse, with her tray, returned to Suite A. She opened the door softly and went in. Two minutes later, she emerged, still with her tray--and a high, clear color in her face. Aunt Jane coming out of Room 18, caught a glimpse of her and stopped. The nurse shook her head, the color in her cheeks mounting. "He doesn't want it." Her eyes twinkled a little in spite of the color that flooded up. Aunt Jane reached out her hands for the tray. She gave a half-impatient click. "More bother'n they worth!" she said. "Always are in that room!" She bore the tray before like a charger, and entered Suite A without parley. 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.