"Well." Dr. Carmon got up. "That didn't hurt you--probably. You'll be all right. How's the boy?" "All right. He's generally here," replied Medfield. "Doesn't tire you?" Herman Medfield's eyes opened quickly. "I want him here!" he said sharply. Dr. Carmon's thought followed the look swiftly. "It isn't the boy, but it's something about him. I'll see the boy." He rang the bell. "I'd get to bed right away if I were you." It was Aunt Jane who came leisurely in, glancing at the two men. "Miss Canfield's at dinner. She'll come pretty quick--if you need her." "We don't need her. He's to go to bed for a while." The doctor nodded to Herman Medfield, who had got up from his chair, and was standing beside him. The millionaire in his blue silk robe with the velvet girdle and tassel was a stately figure; and, for the second time, Aunt Jane had a lively sense of Dr. Carmon's short, uncouthness and rumpled clothes--there was a large grease spot on the front of his vest. Her mind made a quick note of the spot while her eyes travelled placidly to Herman Medfield. "I'm glad you've made up your mind," she said pleasantly. He was moving toward the door of his bedroom. He stopped. "It isn't _my_ mind. It's the doctor's mind that's made up," he replied suavely. Dr. Carmon watched him and smiled a little and Miss Canfield, coming in the door, wondered what Dr. Carmon's smile meant. Aunt Jane and the doctor returned to the office.... She faced him. "What's the matter?" she said. He shook his head. "Just one of those things to keep you guessing." He shrugged his shoulders. Aunt Jane's eye rested on the grease spot. "Soap and water will take that off!" she said practically. She laid a finger on the spot. The doctor doubled his chin to look down on himself. "Have the water hot--and plenty of soap," said Aunt Jane. He grunted, and drew his coat over the spot. "When I get time," he replied. XXVIII Aunt Jane was in her office. It was Monday morning and the wheels had gritted getting under way. She had poured a drop of oil here and another drop there, as it seemed needed, and had come back to her office for a general survey before starting again. It was well known in the House of Mercy that the times when the whole hospital force went scurrying about, under some sudden emergency, were often the times that Aunt Jane chose, for some unknown reason, to sit quietly in her office, doing nothing. Hurrying by the office door, with tense look and quick-running feet, they would catch a glimpse of Aunt Jane sitting placidly at ease; and they would slow down a little, perhaps, and wonder what she could be thinking of to sit there as if nothing were wrong.... And then, somehow, through the hospital would run a quiet, steadying force that seemed to hold them in place and use them for its ends; and they would be conscious, as they worked, of being bigger than they had guessed.