He nodded. "But it's a secret!" he cautioned. "Nobody knows--except you and me." He looked at her happily and shared his secret with her. Aunt Jane's face grew inscrutable. She gave a little sigh. "When did it happen?" she asked. "It hasn't happened!" returned Medfield. "But it's going to----" "Well!" Aunt Jane got her breath. "It makes me feel as if I was a kind of blind--Blind as a bat!" she said vigorously. "Not to see.... I guess maybe I don't see anything!" she added with quiet scorn. He laughed out. "You see more than I wish you did!... You were the only one I couldn't fool. You suspected something right away." "Yes, I suspected _something_--" said Aunt Jane. She let it go at that. She beamed on him. "I don't know _when_ I've been so pleased about anything!" she declared. "He's a nice boy!" "One of the best!" said Medfield. "All he needs is backbone--and a little more steadying." "She'll help," commented Aunt Jane. "Yes, she will help." Medfield was thoughtful. "But he needs some one in the business--I'm going to put him right into the business and the older men will overrun him--if I don't look out. He's clever. But he's too eager to agree. He takes the first thing at hand. He doesn't look ahead." Aunt Jane's glance followed it. "He _is_ pretty agreeable," she said slowly. "He needs somebody kind of contrary, I guess----" "Why!" Her face lighted. "I know a man! Mr. Dalton would be a good man for him!" she exclaimed. "He'd be good for anybody!" "You speak as if he were a pill!" said Medfield dryly. He had faith in Aunt Jane; and the more he studied the face under its muslin cap, the more faith he had--and something that was not faith, perhaps.... But as a man of business---- "He's just the one you want," said Aunt Jane with decision. "Well--?" He resigned himself. "He's obstinate-- Of course, any man is obstinate," she interpolated kindly. "But he's more set than anybody I've ever seen! Seems as if it was part of his make-up, somehow.... I was talking with him the other day and he was telling me about how he'd never succeeded yet----" There was a little amused and courteous smile on the millionaire's face. He had seen men before who had not succeeded--yet. Aunt Jane nodded to it. "He said he couldn't stop to pick up the twopenny bits they wanted him to--because he saw something ahead--and all round him, kind of--that was worth more. So he was always having to move on." She rocked a little. Medfield sat up. His hand reached out to the pile of papers and found a pencil. "What did you say his name was?" There was a keen little edge of interest to the words. "His name is Dalton," said Aunt Jane. "His wife's been here a month and over, now. She goes home to-morrow. She's a nice woman!" "And what is the address?" His pencil was making little marks on the pad. "I'll get it for you in the office," said Aunt Jane. She got up. "He had to write it down for me when she came--the same as you all do."