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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

 

"Wasn't it funny this afternoon--" 

 

Both stopped. Isabelle turned to Amory shyly. Her face was always enough 

answer for any one, but she decided to speak. 

 

"How--from whom?" 

 

"From everybody--for all the years since you've been away." She blushed 

appropriately. On her right Froggy was _hors de combat_ already, 

although he hadn't quite realized it. 

 

"I'll tell you what I remembered about you all these years," Amory 

continued. She leaned slightly toward him and looked modestly at the 

celery before her. Froggy sighed--he knew Amory, and the situations that 

Amory seemed born to handle. He turned to Sally and asked her if she was 

going away to school next year. Amory opened with grape-shot. 

 

"I've got an adjective that just fits you." This was one of his favorite 

starts--he seldom had a word in mind, but it was a curiosity provoker, 

and he could always produce something complimentary if he got in a tight 

corner. 

 

"Oh--what?" Isabelle's face was a study in enraptured curiosity. 

 

Amory shook his head. 

 

"I don't know you very well yet." 

 

"Will you tell me--afterward?" she half whispered. 

 

He nodded. 

 

"We'll sit out." 

 

Isabelle nodded. 

 

"Did any one ever tell you, you have keen eyes?" she said. 

 

Amory attempted to make them look even keener. He fancied, but he was 

not sure, that her foot had just touched his under the table. But it 

might possibly have been only the table leg. It was so hard to tell. 

Still it thrilled him. He wondered quickly if there would be any 

difficulty in securing the little den up-stairs. 

 

***** 

 

BABES IN THE WOODS 

 

Isabelle and Amory were distinctly not innocent, nor were they 

particularly brazen. Moreover, amateur standing had very little value 

in the game they were playing, a game that would presumably be her 

principal study for years to come. She had begun as he had, with good 

looks and an excitable temperament, and the rest was the result of 

accessible popular novels and dressing-room conversation culled from a 

slightly older set. Isabelle had walked with an artificial gait at nine 


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