The door opened and Dr. Mary rushed in.
"Found it, the only place in New York worth living in. Got it, moved into it, maid goes with the furnishings, and dinner's almost ready. For Heaven's sake, hurry up!"
Then Gregory Allen came into range of the doctor's near-sighted eyes, and she stopped.
"Mary, let me present Gregory Allen, who is going to draw plans for the T.B.'s. Mr. Allen, Dr. MacLean."
Dr. Mary offered both hands. "One's for manners, the other for gratitude."
"Mary, you couldn't possibly have found an apartment in one day." Jean turned to Gregory. "Dr. MacLean only arrived from California yesterday. She has never lived in New York and didn't know what part of town she wanted."
"Can't be done. Impossible. I know. Once every three years my wife finds our apartment impossible and we house hunt."
Gregory smiled his petit oiseau smile and Dr. Mary accepted him on the spot.
"All right. Then I include you in this evening's dinner. Come and see for yourself. Can you?"
"I shall be delighted."