"Orville," she called. "I want you to meet Dr. Cartier."
Cartier turned, turning on his cane, to stare at Orville.
"My friend, Orville Dennison."
"Ah."
"I'm on leave, doctor ... it's good meeting you."
"On leave here?"
"My father was Robert Saint Denis..."
"Of course, of course ... now I place you. We're old friends, you and I ... I've changed; so have you--welcome back!" He bowed a little, professionally.
"Are you in charge ... the director?"
"Yes ... some say that I am ... is that right, Jeannette?"