“Someone open the door,” Ted called from outside. “I’ve got coffee for everyone.”
Jean went over to the door. Ted brought in the tray and set it on the desk.
“You should have let me get it,” Jean cried.
Ted smiled. “Division of labor, my child. Dr. Barsch operates, you sketch and I just stand around. So I’m elected coffee boy.”
“Take a look at Miss Craig’s sketch, Loring,” Dr. Barsch said, handing him the pad. “I think it’s pretty fair.”
“That’s high praise, coming from you,” Ted laughed. He looked at it carefully. “Uh huh,” he said, nodding. “It looks swell. Jeannie, you could make a career out of doing this.”
Jean laughed. “Dr. Barsch and I have just been discussing that.”
“But of course you’re off to the altar, and there’s the end of a beautiful career,” Ted said dolefully.
“Oh, no!” Jean cried.
Dr. Barsch smiled slyly. “Sounds to me as if you are against marriage, Dr. Loring. I suppose Miss Simpson realizes this?”