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Nicole
shook
her
head
right
and
left
,
disclaiming
responsibility
for
the
matter
:
"
So
many
smart
men
go
to
pieces
nowadays
.
"
"
And
when
haven
’
t
they
?
"
Dick
asked
.
"
Smart
men
play
close
to
the
line
because
they
have
to
—
some
of
them
can
’
t
stand
it
,
so
they
quit
.
"
"
It
must
lie
deeper
than
that
.
"
Nicole
clung
to
her
conversation
;
also
she
was
irritated
that
Dick
should
contradict
her
before
Rosemary
.
"
Artists
like
—
well
,
like
Fernand
don
’
t
seem
to
have
to
wallow
in
alcohol
.
Why
is
it
just
Americans
who
dissipate
?
"
There
were
so
many
answers
to
this
question
that
Dick
decided
to
leave
it
in
the
air
,
to
buzz
victoriously
in
Nicole
’
s
ears
.
He
had
become
intensely
critical
of
her
.
Though
he
thought
she
was
the
most
attractive
human
creature
he
had
ever
seen
,
though
he
got
from
her
everything
he
needed
,
he
scented
battle
from
afar
,
and
subconsciously
he
had
been
hardening
and
arming
himself
,
hour
by
hour
.
He
was
not
given
to
self
-
indulgence
and
he
felt
comparatively
graceless
at
this
moment
of
indulging
himself
,
blinding
his
eyes
with
the
hope
that
Nicole
guessed
at
only
an
emotional
excitement
about
Rosemary
.
He
was
not
sure
—
last
night
at
the
theatre
she
had
referred
pointedly
to
Rosemary
as
a
child
.
The
trio
lunched
downstairs
in
an
atmosphere
of
carpets
and
padded
waiters
,
who
did
not
march
at
the
stomping
quick
-
step
of
those
men
who
brought
good
food
to
the
tables
whereon
they
had
recently
dined
.
Here
there
were
families
of
Americans
staring
around
at
families
of
Americans
,
and
trying
to
make
conversation
with
one
another
.
There
was
a
party
at
the
next
table
that
they
could
not
account
for
.
It
consisted
of
an
expansive
,
somewhat
secretarial
,
would
-
you
-
mind
-
repeating
young
man
,
and
a
score
of
women
The
women
were
neither
young
nor
old
nor
of
any
particular
social
class
;
yet
the
party
gave
the
impression
of
a
unit
,
held
more
closely
together
for
example
than
a
group
of
wives
stalling
through
a
professional
congress
of
their
husbands
.
Certainly
it
was
more
of
a
unit
than
any
conceivable
tourist
party
.
An
instinct
made
Dick
suck
back
the
grave
derision
that
formed
on
his
tongue
;
he
asked
the
waiter
to
find
out
who
they
were
.
"
Those
are
the
gold
-
star
muzzers
,
"
explained
the
waiter
.
