The eyes flew open--and stared--and closed again quickly. She nodded. "That's what I've been thinking--some one that has sense and can do things--not just talk about 'em." He smiled faintly. "I'm taken very good care of," he replied politely. "I couldn't ask for better care than I've had here." The eyes closed themselves again. "Yes--Miss Canfield's a good nurse." She was watching the face and the closed eyes. "She takes good care--and she's got sense.... What I was thinking was, that you could go home now--if you had somebody to go with you to look after you and take interest--if you had a wife." "I'm not well enough," interposed Medfield quickly. "Oh, yes--you're well enough, I guess." "The doctor said I was to stay in bed!" His defense was almost spirited. "You and Julian could go together," went on Aunt Jane ignoring it. "_He'll_ look after you some." Medfield groaned. And Aunt Jane reached out a hand to his forehead. Her cool touch rested on it. "Your head feels all right," she said, smoothing it slowly. The little wrinkles went out of Medfield's brow and Aunt Jane watched it relax. "Better tell me all about it," she said gently. "You'll feel better to get it off your mind, maybe." "I _don't_ feel well, you know." It was almost apologetic. "No--and next thing you know, you'll be down sick--just pretending.... I've been thinking about it," she said slowly. "Ever since you were took down yesterday--but I didn't sense what was the matter--not till this morning." "You don't know now!" Herman Medfield's tone was guilty and a little apprehensive. Aunt Jane smiled. "Yes, I reckon I see it just about the way it is--now.... You don't _want_ to get well--not yet." "No." He admitted it feebly. "And you don't want we should take Miss Canfield off your case." He said nothing. "Well, we're not going to take her off." His face brightened a little. Aunt Jane laughed softly. "That's right! You can chirk up--all you want to!... You _do_ need a good wife--much as anybody ever I see." He opened his lips--and stared at her--and closed them. "I--I believe I do!" His eyes rested on the fresh childlike color in Aunt Jane's face and the little lines that twinkled at him. "I believe I do!" he repeated softly. Aunt Jane nodded sagely, "That's what you need." She got up leisurely. "Well, I must go do my work." He put out his hand. "When will you come again?" he asked. "Oh--along by and by." She was moving from him. "You just tend to getting well.... You'll be able to sit up some time this afternoon maybe." She nodded to him from the door and was gone. He lay looking at the place where she had disappeared. A little wonder held his face; a gentleness had come into it and the eyes watching the closed door smiled dreamily. When Miss Canfield returned she glanced at him in surprise. "You're looking better!" she exclaimed. "I feel better!" said Medfield almost gayly. "The pain is entirely gone."