There was no need to ask what girl he referred to.

"I'd be proud to take her home and introduce her to my people," continued
Paskert.

Amory was distinctly impressed. He wished he had said it instead of
Paskert. It sounded so mature.

"I wonder about actresses; are they all pretty bad?"

"No, _sir_, not by a darn sight," said the worldly youth with emphasis,
"and I know that girl's as good as gold. I can tell."

They wandered on, mixing in the Broadway crowd, dreaming on the music
that eddied out of the cafes. New faces flashed on and off like myriad
lights, pale or rouged faces, tired, yet sustained by a weary excitement.
Amory watched them in fascination. He was planning his life. He was
going to live in New York, and be known at every restaurant and cafe,
wearing a dress-suit from early evening to early morning, sleeping away
the dull hours of the forenoon.

"Yes, _sir_, I'd marry that girl to-night!"

* * * *

HEROIC IN GENERAL TONE

October of his second and last year at St. Regis' was a high point in
Amory's memory. The game with Groton was played from three of a snappy,
exhilarating afternoon far into the crisp autumnal twilight, and Amory