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ou　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。〃