The doctor's absent-minded gaze broke. He smiled. "Worse! Much worse than I thought. You could not live three months--as you are." Herman Medfield sat up. Dr. Carmon surveyed him proudly. "And in three months you'll be a new man--made over--top to toe!" "When do you operate?" asked Medfield a little dryly. "Um--this is Wednesday? Yes--about Friday, then." He got up. "There is something I want you to do meantime." He rang for the nurse and called for a roll of bandage. When she brought it, he asked her to send Aunt Jane to Suite A. "Do you know where she is?" he asked. "In the Children's Ward, I think," said Miss Canfield. "Very well. Ask her to come. I want her to have special charge of this brace for me." He turned back to the window. "Now, if I may have you here. I want to take measurements, please." The man stood straight as a tailor's dummy while the surgeon's hands flitted over and around him. The tall figure outlined against the window had a singular grace and charm; and the short, square one moving jerkily around it, taking measurements and jotting down figures had an added absurdity from the contrast.... Now, Dr. Carmon was on his hands and knees on the floor; and now, stretching tiptoe to pass a tape-measure over the tall, thin shoulders of the aristocratic figure. It was thus that Aunt Jane saw the two men as she opened the door. She stood for a moment in the doorway. Then she closed the door and came in. But between the opening of the door and the closing it, she had seen for the first time Dr. Carmon as he really was--a homely and grotesque and brusque little man. It added, perhaps, a touch of severity to the expression of the round face and its crisp cap strings. He looked up quickly from his thumb that marked a place on the tape-measure, and glanced from one to the other. "You know Mr. Medfield?" he said. "I met Mr. Medfield when he came--yesterday," said Aunt Jane safely. "Yes, we have become acquainted," rejoined Herman Medfield, with a little polite gesture of the hand. Aunt Jane's face was non-committal. Dr. Carmon turned to it. "I want a brace made--for temporary use. Here are the measurements. Be sure to give it plenty of room here--and here." He drew a few lines and jotted down the figures and handed the paper to her. She received it in silence. The millionaire stood at his ease, smiling at her. He did not look like a man condemned to die in three months. His eye was keen and there was a little line of firmness under the smile of his lips. "I want to see my lawyer," he said. "I will go to my office in the morning. There are things to arrange." Dr. Carmon paused abruptly. "I thought you attended to all that before you came." His tone was brusque. "I told you----" "I did not understand," said the millionaire quietly. "I did not think you knew." He looked at him.