The door opened and the widow entered. She was dark, with a white throat and white hands and bewildering bits of jet that twinkled as she moved. They tinkled softly as she came in. Aunt Jane, following discreetly, closed the door behind her and went to a table across the room. The widow stood looking at the two men with a charming smile. Julian came forward. "How do you do, Mrs. Cawein?" he was holding out his hand and smiling. "How-de-do, Julie!" She touched the hand lightly and fluttered by him toward the chair in the window-- "And how is the dear man!" she cried. Julian, the little smile still on his lips, watched the comedy. Aunt Jane from across the room regarded it mildly. The millionaire half rose as if warding off something---- But the dark lady only pressed his hand as it reached out; she lighted on a chair near by and twinkled a little and shone beamingly on him. Herman Medfield sank back in his chair. "It's so good to see you!" she exclaimed softly. "And do you know I might have missed you altogether!" She had clasped her hands and was looking at him reproachfully. "There was a nurse person met me in the hall, and she said you were not here--that it was all a mistake in the name!" She spread her hands dramatically; the jets twinkled fast like little eyes all over her.... "She said you weren't here--that they'd got the wrong name!... Then _this_ good woman--" The little jewels on her hands glinted at Aunt Jane lightly. "This good woman met me--or I shouldn't have got in at all!" Herman Medfield cast a glance of due appreciation at "this good woman." Her face was expressionless and cheerful; she was regarding the widow with uncritical eyes. "It was very good in her, I am sure," murmured Herman Medfield. "Wasn't it!... I've quite been dying to see you, you know!" She leaned toward him a little and sparkled for him. "I think I must have been dying to see you," responded the millionaire politely. "Though they told me I was doing very well." He said it reflectively, leaning back in his chair and smiling at her. The boy watched the play with amused eyes. He had no idea his father could be so courtly with women. The visitor bridled to it and used her eyes. "It's a mercy you're better! Think of the interests you represent!" "I try not to think of them," said Medfield dryly. "Of course!-- You must not!" She quite cried out about it. Then she turned to Julian. "And where have you been--naughty boy?" The young man blushed and stammered. She had not held him at finger ends the last time he saw her. "I've been--been _everywhere_!" he said with a laugh. Aunt Jane had slipped quietly into the next room and through the doorway her ample figure could be seen shaking up pillows and moving softly about. The widow's eyes followed the figure reflectively and watched it disappear through a door that led into the corridor. "Julian--dear----" The boy jumped a little.