Things were moving happily in Suite A. Herman Medfield had been awake
and stirring since daybreak. He had written one or two notes in his own
hand, and had dictated a longer one to Miss Canfield. It was addressed
to Thomas Dalton, and it lay on the stand beside his chair in the
window.
The girl had grasped its import swiftly, as she took down the crisp
words.
"It is just what Julian needs," she said compactly as she folded and
sealed and stamped it.
He nodded. "You understand him surprisingly well--considering that you
love him," he added smiling.