Douglas had wiped his hands before putting on his jacket and went over to reach a hand to shake the doctor's hand in greeting.  His hand had a few stains from the paint but it was clean.  The hands having a roughness to them from his work with sculpture and he was not one to stay away from work back in Scotland.  He was one that helped those that lived on his land.

"Nice to meet you, Doctor.  I am Douglas Gordon.  Please have a seat, and tell me what kind of portrait you are wanting and who will be the subject?"  He indicated a small wooden table with two dinner-type chairs on either side of it not far from the door.  The various canvases were stood around the windows for the light.

Douglas gave the doctor a look as he spoke.  The man was a younger man than most doctors.  He wondered how long he had been practicing.  A good strong face, Douglas thought and he stood up straight.  Things that caught Douglas's attention, of course.