“Dr. Wallace,” said Dr. Ives, speaking eagerly, “I won’t detain you a moment, but I want to introduce my son David to you. David’s going to St. Timothy’s; I know you’re an old St. Timothy’s boy, and I thought you might be interested.”
“I am, indeed,” said Dr. Wallace, and he took David’s hand. “What form do you expect to enter?”
“Fifth, I hope,” said David.
“That will give him two years there before he goes to Harvard,” said Dr. Ives.
“Going to Harvard, too, is he?”
“Yes, and then to Harvard Medical School—following in your footsteps, you see, doctor.”
“That’s very interesting, very interesting,” said Dr. Wallace. “I must tell my boy to look you up; you know, I have a boy at St. Timothy’s; his second year; he’ll be in the fifth form, too.”
“And he’ll also be following in your footsteps, I suppose?” said Dr. Ives.
“Not too closely, I hope,” Dr. Wallace laughed. “I’m very glad to have met you; I wish you the best of success.” He shook hands again with David and again with David’s father, then stepped briskly into his limousine and was whirled away.