A broad-shouldered, cheerful-looking young man, who was sitting at the table reading a medical book, glanced up carelessly at his entrance. On seeing who the visitor was his expression changed, and with a certain air of surprise he rose quickly to his feet.
"Hullo, Sir George," he exclaimed. "We weren't expecting you this morning."
The elder man stepped forward and offered his hand.
"Sorry to interrupt your studies, Gray," he said, smiling. "This isn't an official visit. I've just looked in on a little private and personal matter."
The young house surgeon pulled forward a tattered armchair.
"Well, I'm delighted to see you, sir," he said heartily. "Won't you take a pew?"
Sir George sat down, and, leaning forward, helped himself to a cigarette from the box which his companion offered him.
"You were telling me about your plans a week or two ago," he said. "Have you come to any decision yet?"
Gray, who was standing with his back to the fireplace, nodded his head.
"Yes," he answered. "I've made up my mind to send in my resignation as soon as the secretary comes back. I can't help feeling that I'm wasting my time here. I have always meant to go in for research work, and if I'm to do any good at it it's quite time I started." He laughed a little awkwardly. "I hope it doesn't sound conceited talking like this, sir, but I really believe I've got a turn in that direction."