And the car bore her onward without a jolt or jar, as she sat competently erect; and Herman Medfield, leaning back against the cushions, relaxed to the motion, and watched her pleasure, happily.... There were many things he could give her. He was glad he was a rich man. The car flashed them through the maze of streets and in through the great gate that formed the entrance to the Medfield estate; and Aunt Jane looked out, with pleased eyes, on trees and shrubs and on a wide soft greenness of turf, and little open vistas shining out as they passed them. "I always heard it was a nice place!" she said contentedly. "I knew you would like it!" replied Medfield. Aunt Jane turned her glance on him. "Anybody would be pretty hard to please that didn't like this," she said simply and returned to her window. He smiled a contented, thoughtful smile. "Here we are! Home at last--!" He held up a hand to her as she stepped out. "It has been a long time!" He was looking toward the entrance. "Yes-- You've been away a good while." She moved tranquilly beside him, up the low steps into the hall. "Now, I'll make you comfortable." She was looking about her. "And then I must go back. We'd better tell the man to wait--" she turned toward the door. "We'll call him up," said Medfield quickly. "He's gone-- And I want to give you tea and show you my rose-garden--we'll have tea out there----" "If it isn't too damp," said Aunt Jane. "What do I care!" He was impatient. "Dr. Carmon said you'd have to be careful." She spoke the name with authority and a look of vexation crossed Medfield's face. "Bother! Well--I shall be careful! You won't let me do anything rash!" "No, I'll try not to--you don't think you'd better go to bed, do you?" "I do not!" And he took the situation into his own hands and showed Aunt Jane through the house; and she admired it all, and liked the flowers growing in little pots in the drawing-room windows. "This would be a good place to have your tea," she remarked. "We are going outdoors," he said obstinately--and there was a long, low rumble somewhere-- "What's that?" He had started. "Sounds like thunder," said Aunt Jane. She moved over to the window. "Yes--looks as if we were going to have a shower--a hard one. I thought I felt like it." She sat down placidly. Lightning played through the room, with fantastic touches on the chairs and tables and on the little growing plants in the windows. "I guess we'll have tea indoors." She beamed on him. He laughed out with vexation and rang the bell and ordered tea and had a fire made on the great open hearth. He drew up a chair before it for Aunt Jane and made her comfortable. There was nothing of the invalid in the slim, quick-moving, aristocratic figure. He was playing the host with happy face. "I declare--you look real well!" said Aunt Jane, watching him. "Oh, I'm well--I'm happy!" he replied. Something in the voice arrested her, and she turned away.