"You have sat up a little longer than the doctor said-- You must not get too tired." She left the room, carrying the little tray lightly before her, moving with noiseless step. Three pairs of eyes watched her from the room. "They take good care of you, don't they?" said Mrs. Cawein patronizingly. Her eyes were still reflectively on the door. "The best of care!" responded Medfield. "Well--" she sighed brightly and shook the handkerchief. "I think I was told to go?" She nodded archly. "Yes--she told me!-- I feel sure of it!" She got up. "You must get well fast!" Her hand touched his lightly and whisked away, and the violet scent was wafted about him. She moved toward the door, drawing Julian into her wake. Herman Medfield's eyes watched them. His lips grew a little compressed. "You have forgotten your hat, Julian," he said sharply. The boy glanced back over his shoulder and flashed a smile at him. "I'm seeing Mrs. Cawein to her car. I'll be back in a minute, sir----" She murmured deprecation as they went. "You really--do not need to come with me, Julian." "But I want to," said the young man. He shifted his feet quickly and caught step with her as she plumed along beside him. "Your father's looking very well!" she said. "Isn't he!" The reply was absent. She glanced at him sharply. "You must come and see me--I have missed you!" His eye went past her to the car that was waiting. "It is very kind in you," he murmured. She tripped a little on the step and he caught her arm to save her. She glowed to him. "Be sure to come," she said softly. "We must take up old times." Julian looked at her and smiled ever so faintly. He opened the door of the car and put her in and bowed ceremoniously and closed the door. She nodded brightly through the window.... The car rolled away. He stood looking after it, smiling with a little amusement. Then he ran lightly up the steps. The long corridor lighted by a great window stretched before him, and a figure at the end was outlined against it--a slender figure that carried itself very light and straight. She was walking from him, her face toward the window, and the white uniform and the cap glowed softly.... The reddish hair under the cap caught little glints of light. He watched till the figure disappeared in the distance. Then he turned to the door of Suite A. The light of the reddish, shining hair was still in his face as he came in. Medfield grunted and stirred a little in his chair. He glanced at the absorbed face. "You find her attractive?" he said dryly. The young man stared at him. He had forgotten Julia Cawein and her car; he had forgotten everything except the window of the long lighted hall and the girl's head lifted against it. "I think she is charming!" he cried. "Don't you?" he added after a little, uncomfortable pause. "No," said his father shortly. "What is the matter with her?" asked the boy. He was watching his father's face.