He put up a swift hand to brush the vision away.
And the boy took it, and bent down and kissed him, almost shyly.
Then Herman Medfield reached out both hands. "Why--Julian! I was
thinking about you!" He threw his arms around him hungrily. "I was
wishing you would come!"
"Were you?" The young man laughed happily and drew up a chair to the
bed. "I'm just in time, then."
He sat looking at his father; and it came to Herman Medfield that the
boy was fond of him. There was a look in the clear eyes of affection and
pride.