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."
"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."