Herman Medfield sat in the spacious1 sitting-room2 of Suite3 A, his paper spread out before him and his breakfast on the invalid4 table that had been wheeled up to the window. He had found the table with its tray of coffee and eggs and toast, an easy chair drawn5 up beside it, and the morning paper by his plate, ready for him when he came from his comfortable bath.
He had opened the paper, but not the eggs.... He read a few lines in the paper and glanced down at the table with a little scowl6 and pushed it from him.
Dr. Carmon had insisted on his being at the hospital for three or four days before the operation. He wanted to watch him and control conditions, he had said. It would make his decision easier.
The millionaire sitting in the window frowned a little and drummed with his fingers on the arm of the chair.
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He took up the paper and glanced at it again and threw it down.
One of the conditions had been that he should have no cigars. He had understood and agreed to it.
But this morning he was impatient with himself and annoyed with Dr. Carmon. These doctors had no end of theories—useless theories—that did more harm than good. He should be in no shape for an operation—if he could not keep his nerve better than this. He really needed a cigar.
He pressed the knob of the electric cord that reached to his chair and took up the paper again.
When the nurse came in, he glanced up and motioned courteously7 to the table.
"You may take it away, please."
She looked at the untouched food and lifted the tray without comment. At the door she paused, at a word from the window.
The man had turned over his paper, and he glanced down another column as he said carelessly:
"And—ah—would you be kind enough to[Pg 36] telephone to my house for a box of cigars. I seem to have forgotten to bring any."
The nurse waited the merest fraction of a second. "I will see if they are on your order," she said quietly, and went out.
He lifted his eyes a trifle and returned to his paper.
The nurse closed the two doors of Suite A noiselessly behind her. She went down the corridor, bearing the rejected tray.
Half-way down the corridor she encountered a plump figure.
Aunt Jane's mild glance rested on the tray. "Anything the matter with it?" she asked.
"He doesn't want it," said the nurse. "He said, 'take it away.'" Her lips smiled, ever so little, as she watched the round face in its cap.
"Take it back," said Aunt Jane. "Tell him it is what was ordered for him. He is to eat it—eat all of it."
She spoke10 back over her shoulder, half turned away. "I've got a good many things[Pg 37] on my hands this morning. I can't be bothered with fussy11 folks and notions." She passed on and disappeared in the door of Room 18.
The nurse, with her tray, returned to Suite A. She opened the door softly and went in.
Two minutes later, she emerged, still with her tray—and a high, clear color in her face.
Aunt Jane coming out of Room 18, caught a glimpse of her and stopped.
The nurse shook her head, the color in her cheeks mounting. "He doesn't want it." Her eyes twinkled a little in spite of the color that flooded up.
Aunt Jane reached out her hands for the tray. She gave a half-impatient click. "More bother'n they worth!" she said. "Always are in that room!"
Herman Medfield looked up and saw her, and rose instinctively13.
Aunt Jane set the tray on the table and pushed the table gently toward him. "Sit down," she said.
He sat down in his chair by the window, looking up at her inquiringly.
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"Everything's there," said Aunt Jane. She glanced over the tray. "You're to eat it all—all there is on the tray."
The man laid down his paper and smiled at her quizzically.
"But, madam, I have no appetite," he said courteously.
Aunt Jane regarded him mildly over her spectacles. "Folks that come here don't generally have appetites," she said. "They come here to get 'em."
Something crossed in the air between them and the millionaire's eyes dropped first. He drew his chair toward the table.
A half smile hovered14 on Aunt Jane's lips. She took up the coffee-pot and reached to the sugar. "How many lumps?" she asked pleasantly.
"Two, please," responded Herman Medfield.
She placed them in the cup and poured in cream and filled the cup with coffee. "Looks like good coffee, this morning," she said quietly. "You got everything you want?"
"I think so, yes." He looked at the tray with a little more interest and pecked at an egg.
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It was only after she had gone that Herman Medfield remembered he had not spoken of the cigars. On the whole, he decided16 to wait until to-morrow for his cigar.
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n.一套(家具);套房;随从人员 | |
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n.病人,伤残人;adj.有病的,伤残的;无效的 | |
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v.拖,拉,拔出;adj.憔悴的,紧张的 | |
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vi.(at)生气地皱眉,沉下脸,怒视;n.怒容 | |
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n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 | |
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11 fussy | |
adj.为琐事担忧的,过分装饰的,爱挑剔的 | |
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