"That's good! We'll have you up--in a day or two." "I don't see why Julian has not been in," replied Medfield. She paused. "He did come," she spoke slowly. "But we thought perhaps it was better not to disturb you.... You were sleeping when he came--you seemed to be asleep." "Did _you_ see him?" demanded Medfield. "Yes." The little dear color that was always in her face mounted a trifle. "He's coming after dinner," she added quietly. Medfield's face was cheerful. "I want to see him when he comes-- If I am asleep, you tell him to wait." "Very well, sir." "You tell him, yourself. Don't trust any of those people out there!" He made a motion of distrust toward the hospital in general. "You have him wait--see him yourself." XXX In the linen-room at the end of the corridor Miss Canfield was busy with supplies for Suite A. She stood on a chair in front of a great cupboard; and her shoulders were lost in the depths of the cupboard.... A sound behind her caused her to withdraw her head. Julian Medfield, standing in the door, looked at her. "What is the matter?" she said quickly. She got down from the chair. "I thought I should find you," replied the youth. "Did you want me?" "Yes." "What has happened?" He watched her smilingly. "I didn't say anything had happened.... I said I wanted you." The color mounted swiftly and she turned to the pile of linen on the table and gathered it up. "I am rather busy this morning," she said quietly. "I thought you meant your father needed something." "No--he doesn't need anything, I guess. They told me in the office, that _you_ wanted _me_--they said you had left word for me. They made a mistake, perhaps." He spoke half teasingly and she lifted her chin. "That was your father," she replied. "He didn't want to miss you." She sorted out the sheets impersonally. She had not looked at him after the first flurried minute. "Do you want me to go away?" he said quietly. She looked up, startled. "Why?" "I didn't know." Her fingers returned to their work. "I think your father is awake," she said in a businesslike tone. "I will go and see." She placed the linen in the cupboard and closed the door and locked it. His hand made a little gesture. "Would you please----" She waited. "I can't say anything if you look like that!" he said whimsically. She moved from him to the window. "There isn't any need to--say anything!" The reddish hair was lighted up against the window as he had seen it before, and he watched it. "That's the way _I_ feel!" he said softly. "How do you feel?" She wheeled about and looked at him. "As if there wasn't any need to say things. As if----" She had turned back to the window. He went toward her. "You've known all along!" he said. He addressed the little locks gathered up under her cap. He was quite near to her now. "You knew--the first day I came--when I saw you--in father's room," he declared to the little locks of hair. "Didn't you?" There was no reply.