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AMORY, SON OF BEATRICE
SPIRES AND GARGOYLES
THE EGOTIST CONSIDERS
NARCISSUS OFF DUTY
THE DEBUTANTE
EXPERIMENTS IN CONVALESCENCE
YOUNG IRONY
THE SUPERCILIOUS SACRIFICE
THE EGOTIST BECOMES A PERSONAGE

back of Collar and Daniel's "First-Year Latin," composed an answer: 

 

My dear Miss St. Claire: 

Your truly charming envitation for the evening of next Thursday 

evening was truly delightful to receive this morning. I will be 

charm and inchanted indeed to present my compliments on next 

Thursday evening. 

Faithfully, 

 

Amory Blaine. 

 

***** 

 

On Thursday, therefore, he walked pensively along the slippery, 

shovel-scraped sidewalks, and came in sight of Myra's house, on the 

half-hour after five, a lateness which he fancied his mother would 

have favored. He waited on the door-step with his eyes nonchalantly 

half-closed, and planned his entrance with precision. He would cross 

the floor, not too hastily, to Mrs. St. Claire, and say with exactly the 

correct modulation: 

 

"My _dear_ Mrs. St. Claire, I'm _frightfully_ sorry to be late, but my 

maid"--he paused there and realized he would be quoting--"but my uncle 

and I had to see a fella--Yes, I've met your enchanting daughter at 

dancing-school." 

 

Then he would shake hands, using that slight, half-foreign bow, with all 

the starchy little females, and nod to the fellas who would be standing 

'round, paralyzed into rigid groups for mutual protection. 

 

A butler (one of the three in Minneapolis) swung open the door. Amory 

stepped inside and divested himself of cap and coat. He was mildly 

surprised not to hear the shrill squawk of conversation from the next 

room, and he decided it must be quite formal. He approved of that--as he 

approved of the butler. 

 

"Miss Myra," he said. 

 

To his surprise the butler grinned horribly. 

 

"Oh, yeah," he declared, "she's here." He was unaware that his failure 

to be cockney was ruining his standing. Amory considered him coldly. 

 

"But," continued the butler, his voice rising unnecessarily, "she's the 

only one what _is_ here. The party's gone." 

 

Amory gasped in sudden horror. 

 

"What?" 

 

"She's been waitin' for Amory Blaine. That's you, ain't it? Her mother 


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