Aunt Jane was not thinking now of any crisis. The troubles this morning were petty ones--"pin pricks," she called them. She was wondering about the millionaire--and wondering whether she would better go to Suite A.... Miss Canfield had reported a good night and Dr. Carmon would be coming soon. She looked up. The doctor's figure was in the doorway. He nodded gruffly as he took off his coat. "Everybody all right?" Aunt Jane's tongue clicked a little. She went to a corner of the room and moved back the screen and turned on the hot water. "Come here," she said. The doctor looked at her inquiringly. "You didn't clean your vest! It's a perfect sight!" She tested the water with her hand and took up the soap. Dr. Carmon glanced down at the expanse of vest guiltily. He scowled. "I'm too busy--to fuss." He reached for his bag. "Come here!" said Aunt Jane. And while he fidgeted and grumbled, her firm, efficient fingers scrubbed at him with soap and hot water and a bit of rough cloth. Satisfaction shone on him. "I never knew a man that could keep himself clean!" she said briskly. "There!" She stood back a little. "It doesn't show much now. I'll do a little more on it--when it's dried off so I can see." He backed hastily away. "I'll send it to the tailor. I'll do it to-night." "You don't need to waste money on tailors," she said calmly. "A little soap and--" But he was gone. Aunt Jane smiled to herself and put back the soap and hung up the cloth and replaced the screen. She moved with the ample leisure of those who have plenty of time. A nurse came in from the waiting-room. "A man is here--a Mr. Dalton. He wants to know if he can see you?" "Yes, I'll see him," said Aunt Jane. "He said he could come again if you are too busy." The nurse waited. "No, I'm not busy--no busier than I always am, I guess. You tell him to come in." He came in with quick step and a little light in his face--as if a glint of sun shone on a dark field. Aunt Jane looked at him approvingly. "You're doing first-rate!" He laughed. "I don't have to try. Luck is coming my way now!" "Folks generally have to go fully half-way to meet it," said Aunt Jane. "You seen your wife?" He nodded. "She has been telling me--I want to thank you!" He said it impulsively and came nearer to her; his dark face worked with something he did not say. "Sit down, Mr. Dalton. You don't need to thank _me_," said Aunt Jane. "Edith told me----" "Yes, I don't doubt she told you. She thinks I did something, maybe. But I didn't.... When folks get well," she was looking at him and speaking slowly. "When folks get well they _get_ well--all over; and then no matter _who_ comes along and says to 'em, 'Why don't you do so-and-so?'--they think it's something special.... Maybe it's just as well to let them think it--" she was smiling to him--"if it helps any." "But it's true!" he said stoutly. "I've known Edith longer than you have--she hasn't ever been the way she is now."