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ded his office appointments and scheduled extra surgery to make possible the four…day absence from Three Counties he had now embarked on。 As well； two days ago； he had presided at a special meeting of the hospital's medical staff at which…aided by data prepared by Harry Tomaselli…he had revealed the suggested scale of donations to the hospital building fund for attending physicians and others。 As he had expected； there had been plenty of grumbling； but he had no doubt that the pledges； and eventually the money； would be forthing。
Despite his mental withdrawal； O'Donnell was conscious of the activity of New York outside and of the familiar angled sky line of mid…town Manhattan； now growing closer。 They were passing over Queensborough Bridge； the warm afternoon sun slanting lancelike through drab green girders； and down below he could see Welfare Island； its city hospitals squatting somberly and institutional midway in the gray East River。 He reflected that on each occasion he saw New York its ugliness seemed 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 mom