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d greater； its disorder and grime more strikingly apparent。 And yet； even to the non…New Yorker； after a while these things became fortable and familiar； seeming to hold a wele for the traveler； as though an old； worn garment were good enough between friends。 He smiled； then chided himself for unmedical thinking…the kind that held back air…pollution control and slum removal。 Sentimentality； he reflected； was an aid and fort to the opponents of progress。
They moved off the bridge and along Sixtieth Street to Madison； then jogged a block； turning west on Fifty…ninth。 At Seventh Avenue and Central Park they went left in the traffic and stopped four blocks down at the Park Sheraton Hotel。
He checked into the hotel and later； in his room； showered and changed。 From his bag he took the program of the surgeons' congress…ostensible reason for his presence in New York。 He noted that there were three papers he wanted to hear…two on open heart surgery and a third on replacement of diseased arteries by grafts。 But the first was not until eleven next morning； which gave him plenty of time tomorrow。 He glanced at his watch。 It was a little before seven…more than an hour before he was due to meet Denise。 He took an elevator downstairs and strolled through the foyer to the Pyramid Lounge。
It was the cocktail hour and the place was beginning to fill with pre…dinner…and…theater groups； mostly； he guessed； like himself； from out of town。 A headwaiter showed him to a table； and as they moved across he saw an attractive woman； sitting alone； glance at him interestedly。 It was not a new experience； and in the past similar incidents had occasionally led to interesting results。 But tonight he thought： Sorry； I have other plans。 A waiter took his order for scotch and soda； and when the drink came he sipped it slowly； his mind coasting leisurely over random thoughts。
Moments like this； he reflected； were all too rare in Burlington。 That was why it was good to get away for a while； it sharpened your sense of perspective； made you realize that some of the things you deemed important on your own home ground were a good deal less so when looked at from a distance。 Just lately he had suspected that his own closeness to hospital business had thrown some of his thinking out of balance。 He looked around him。 Since he had e in the lounge had filled； waiters were hurrying to bring the drinks which three bartenders were dispensing； one or two of the earlier groups were moving out。 How many of these people； he wondered…the man and the girl at the next table； the waiter by the door； the foursome just leaving…had ever heard of Three Counties Hospital and； if they had； would care what went on there？ And yet； to himself just lately； the hospital's affairs seemed almost to have bee the breath of life。 Was this a healthy symptom？ Was it a good thing professionally？ O'Donnell had always mistrusted dedicated people； they tended to bee obsessed； their judgment undermined by enthusiasm for a cause。 Was he in danger now of being one such himself？
The question of Joe Pearson； for example。 Had O'Donnell's own closeness to the scene misled him there？ It had been necessary for the hospital to hire a second pathologist； he was convinced of that。 But had he himself tended to criticize the old man unduly； to magnify organizational weaknesses…and every hospital department had a few…out of true proportion？ For a time O'Donnell had even considered asking Pearson to retire； was that in itself a symptom of unbalanced judgment； a hasty condemnation of an older man by one his junior in years？ Of course； that was before Eustace Swayne had made it clear that his quarter…million…dollar donation was contingent on Joe Pearson's remaining at the helm of Pathology； Swayne； incidentally； had still not confirmed the gift。 But O'Donnell felt his judgment was superior to considerations like that； however important they might seem。 In all probability Joe Pearson had a lot to give Three Counties still； his accumulated experience should surely count for something。 It was true； he decided； your thinking did improve when you were away…even if you had to find a cocktail bar to do some reasoning quietly。
A waiter had stopped at the table。 〃A refill； sir？〃
O'Donnell shook his head。 〃No； thanks。〃
The man produced a check。 O'Donnell added a tip and signed it。
It was seven…thirty when he left the hotel。 There was still plenty of time to spare； and he walked cross…town on Fifty…fifth as far as Fifth Avenue。 Then； hailing a cab； he continued uptown to the address Denise had given him。 The driver stopped near Eighty…sixth； outside a gray stone apartment building。 O'Donnell paid off the cab and went in。
He was greeted respectfully by a uniformed hall porter。 The man asked his name； then consulted a list。 He said； 〃Mrs。 Quantz left a message to say would you please go up； sir？〃 He motioned to the elevator； an identically uniformed operator beside it。 〃It's the penthouse floor； sir…the twentieth。 I'll tell Mrs。 Quantz you're on the way。〃
At the twentieth floor the elevator doors opened silently onto a spacious carpeted hallway。 Occupying most of one wall was a large Gobelin tapestry depicting a hunting scene。 Opposite were double carved oak doors which now opened； and a manservant appeared。 He said； 〃Good evening； sir。 Mrs。 Quantz asked me to show you into the lounge。 She'll be with you in a moment。〃
He followed the man down a second hallway and into a living room almost as large as his own entire apartment at Burlington。 It was decorated in shades of beige； brown； and coral； a sweep of sectional settees offset by walnut end tables； their rich darkness in simple； striking contrast to the deep broadloom of pale beige。 The living room opened onto a flagstoned terrace； and he could see the last rays of evening sunshine beyond。
〃May I get you something to drink； sir？〃 the manservant said。
〃No； thanks；〃 he answered。 〃I'll wait for Mrs。 Quantz。〃
〃You won't have to；〃 a voice said； and it was Denise。 She came toward him； her hands held out。 〃Kent dear； I'm so glad to see you。〃
For a moment he looked at her。 Then he said slowly； 〃I am too；〃 and added truthfully； 〃Until this moment I hadn't realized how much。〃
Denise smiled and leaned forward to kiss his cheek lightly。 O'Donnell had a sudden impulse to take her into his arms； but restrained it。
She was even more beautiful than he remembered； with a smiling radiance that left him breathless。 She had on a short； full…skirted evening gown of jet…black lace over a strapless sheath of black silk； the lace about her shoulders accenting the filmy vision of white flesh beneath。 At her waist was a single red rose。
She released one of his hands and with the other led him to the terrace。 The manservant had preceded them； carrying a silver tray with glasses and a cocktail shaker。 Now he withdrew discreetly。
〃The martinis are already mixed。〃 Denise looked at O'Donnell inquiringly。 〃Or if you like I can get you something else。〃
〃Martini is fine。〃
Denise poured two drinks and handed him one。 She was smiling； her eyes warm。 Her lips said softly； 〃Wele to New York from a mittee of one。〃
He sipped the martini； it was cool and dry。 He said lightly； 〃Please thank the mittee。〃
For a brief moment her eyes caught his。 Then； taking his arm； she moved across the terrace toward the low； pillared balustrade which marked its end。
O'Donnell asked； 〃How is your father； Denise？〃
〃He's well； thank you。 Entrenched like a true die…hard； of course； but in good health。 Sometimes I think he'll outlive us all。〃 She added； 〃I'm very fond of him。〃
They had stopped and stood looking down。 It was dusk now； the warm； mellow dusk of late summer； and the lights of New York were flickering on。 From the streets below the throb of evening traffic was steady and insistent； punctuated by the peaklike whine of diesel buses and the full points of impatient horns。 Across the way； its outline blurring into shadow； was Central Park； only scattered street lamps marking the roadways through。 Beyond； the west…side streets dimmed darkly into the Hudson River； and on the river the pinpoint lamps of shipping were a link between the blackness and the distant glimmering New Jersey shore。 Uptown； O'Donnell could see the George Washington Bridge； its highstrung floodlights a chain of white； bright beads； and； below； the headlights of cars； multi…laned； streaming across the bridge； away from the city。 O'Donnell thought： People going home。
A warm； soft breeze stirred around them； and he was conscious of Denise's closeness。 Her voice said softly； 〃It's beautiful； isn't it？ Even though you know that under the lights there are things that are wrong and hateful； it's still beautiful。 I love it all； especially at this time of evening。〃
He said； 〃Have you ever considered going back…to Burlington； I mean？〃
〃To live？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You can never go back；〃 Denise said quietly。 〃It's one of the few things I've learned。 Oh； I don't mean just Burlington； but everything else…time； people； places。 You can revisit； or renew acquaintance； but it's never really the same； you're detached； you're passing through； you don't belong because you've moved on。〃 She paused。 〃I belong here now。 I don't believe I could ever leave New York。 Do I sound terribly unrealistic？〃
〃No；〃 he said。 〃You sound terribly wise。〃
He felt her hand on his arm。 〃Let's have one more cocktail；〃 she said； 〃then you may take me to dinner。〃
Afterward they had gone to the Maisonette； a discreet and pleasantly appointed night club on Fifth Avenue。 They had dined and danced； and now they had e back to their table。 〃How long have you in New York？〃 Denise asked。
〃I go back in three more days；〃 he answered。
She inclined her head。 〃Why so soon？〃
〃I'm a workingman。〃 He smiled。 〃My patients expect me to be around and there's a lot of hospital business too。〃
Denise said； 〃I rather think I shall miss you。〃
He thought for a moment； then turned to face her。 Without preliminary he said； 〃You know that I've never been married。〃
〃Yes。〃 She nodded gravely。
〃I'm forty…two；〃 he said。 〃In that time； living alone； one forms habits and patterns of life that might be hard to change or for someone else to accept。〃
