"I should like a chance to try."
This was a little audacious, as probably he had his own family physician, but it came naturally upon his remark.
"You shall try," he said, impulsively. "My family physician has failed to benefit me."
"It may be so with me."
"At any rate I will try you. Can you call at my house to-morrow at eleven o'clock?"
"I will do so with pleasure."
He gave me his card. I found that his name was Gregory Vincent, and that he lived in one of the finest parts of Madison Avenue. It occurred to me that he was perhaps imprudent in trusting an unknown young physician, but I was not foolish enough to tell him so.
"I will call," I said with professional gravity, and I entered the name and engagement in my medical note-book.
Here the curtain rose, and our thoughts were soon occupied by the stage.
When the concert was over, my new friend as he shook my hand, said, "I can rely upon your calling to-morrow, Dr. Fenwick?"