It won't do Deborah any harm--may even do her a little good.

After all, I'm her physician--" "Are you ?" Roger asked with a twinkle.

"I thought upstairs you were dismissed." "Oh no, I'm not," was the calm reply.

And the two men went on smoking.
Roger's liking for Baird was growing fast.

They had had several little talks during Deborah's illness, and Roger was learning more of the man.
Raised on a big cattle ranch that his father had owned in New Mexico, riding broncos on the plains had given him his abounding health of body, nerve and spirit, his steadiness and sanity in all this feverish city life.
"Are you riding these days ?" he inquired.
"No," said Roger, "the park is too hot--and they don't sprinkle the path as they should.