"The same ones," replied Aunt Jane with satisfaction. "A woman sent them to you." "I know who sent them!" "You don't know this one--it's a Mrs. Pelton." He stared at her. "The one I sent them to--the one you took them to?" She nodded. "She's sent 'em back." "Didn't she like them?" His tone was hurt--almost stiff. "Oh, she _liked_ 'em. She said they made her 'most _too_ happy." Aunt Jane was arranging the flowers and smiling at them. "She only sent part of them you see. She's divided with you." "I see!" He looked at the flowers vaguely. "She didn't know it was you that sent them," said Aunt Jane. She stood off to get the effect. "Who did she think sent them?" he demanded. "Why--'Mr. Herman,' I told her.... You know about Mr. Herman?" She looked at him. "Yes," meekly. "I told her about him. So she's feeling thankful to him." Her eyes twinkled a little. "But why should she send flowers to _me_?" He looked at her almost suspiciously, as if he had caught her. Aunt Jane shook her head reprovingly. "She sent them to you because you happened to come the same day she did. She saw you through the door whilst she was waiting for me to come in, and it made her feel acquainted with you, coming the same day--so--and both having suffering to go through with---- There, they look nice, don't they!" She gave a final touch to them and sat down. He glanced at them grudgingly. "I'll take them out if you say so--if you'd rather not have them?" "No, leave them.... I--want them." The words came almost quickly. "I thought you'd like them," she said placidly, "when you'd made up your mind to it. It's hard for any one to make up his mind sometimes." The millionaire was looking at the flowers. "I've been thinking about what you told me this morning," he motioned to the bowl of forget-me-nots, "--about Mrs. Pelton.... This hospital business must be a big bill for a workingman to meet.... I was wondering if it couldn't be arranged so that I could pay--without their knowing, of course," he added hastily. Aunt Jane was silent a minute. Then, a little guiltily, she looked at him. "You _have_ paid already," she said. He had been looking dreamily before him, pleased with Aunt Jane, and with the flowers--and with himself--pleased with everybody. He moved irritably and stared. She nodded, the little wrinkles gathering about her eyes. "I didn't mean that you should find it out--not right off.... But it's just as well, I guess." "What do you mean?" "Well." She rocked a little. "She was kind of anxious--the day she came, you know.... I see, as soon as I came into the room that she was worrying--" Aunt Jane rocked placidly, looking back to Mrs. Pelton's worrying face. "Pretty soon it came out--they hadn't got the money; and she'd been just drove to come--as you might say--Dr. Carmon makes 'em come whether they want to or not, you know?" She looked at him inquiringly over her glasses. "Yes, I know." The words were remote and dry.