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Rooney
in
his
shirt-sleeves
in
front
of
them
,
and
slouched
around
on
chairs
,
a
dozen
men
:
Fred
Sloane
,
the
pitcher
,
who
absolutely
had
to
get
eligible
;
"
Slim
"
Langueduc
,
who
would
beat
Yale
this
fall
,
if
only
he
could
master
a
poor
fifty
per
cent
;
McDowell
,
gay
young
sophomore
,
who
thought
it
was
quite
a
sporting
thing
to
be
tutoring
here
with
all
these
prominent
athletes
.
"
Those
poor
birds
who
have
n't
a
cent
to
tutor
,
and
have
to
study
during
the
term
are
the
ones
I
pity
,
"
he
announced
to
Amory
one
day
,
with
a
flaccid
camaraderie
in
the
droop
of
the
cigarette
from
his
pale
lips
.
"
I
should
think
it
would
be
such
a
bore
,
there
's
so
much
else
to
do
in
New
York
during
the
term
.
I
suppose
they
do
n't
know
what
they
miss
,
anyhow
.
"
There
was
such
an
air
of
"
you
and
I
"
about
Mr.
McDowell
that
Amory
very
nearly
pushed
him
out
of
the
open
window
when
he
said
this
.
...
Next
February
his
mother
would
wonder
why
he
did
n't
make
a
club
and
increase
his
allowance
...
simple
little
nut
...
Through
the
smoke
and
the
air
of
solemn
,
dense
earnestness
that
filled
the
room
would
come
the
inevitable
helpless
cry
:
"
I
do
n't
get
it
!
Repeat
that
,
Mr.
Rooney
!
"
Most
of
them
were
so
stupid
or
careless
that
they
would
n't
admit
when
they
did
n't
understand
,
and
Amory
was
of
the
latter
.
He
found
it
impossible
to
study
conic
sections
;
something
in
their
calm
and
tantalizing
respectability
breathing
defiantly
through
Mr.
Rooney
's
fetid
parlors
distorted
their
equations
into
insoluble
anagrams
.
He
made
a
last
night
's
effort
with
the
proverbial
wet
towel
,
and
then
blissfully
took
the
exam
,
wondering
unhappily
why
all
the
color
and
ambition
of
the
spring
before
had
faded
out
.
Somehow
,
with
the
defection
of
Isabelle
the
idea
of
undergraduate
success
had
loosed
its
grasp
on
his
imagination
,
and
he
contemplated
a
possible
failure
to
pass
off
his
condition
with
equanimity
,
even
though
it
would
arbitrarily
mean
his
removal
from
the
Princetonian
board
and
the
slaughter
of
his
chances
for
the
Senior
Council
.
There
was
always
his
luck
.
He
yawned
,
scribbled
his
honor
pledge
on
the
cover
,
and
sauntered
from
the
room
.
"
If
you
do
n't
pass
it
,
"
said
the
newly
arrived
Alec
as
they
sat
on
the
window-seat
of
Amory
's
room
and
mused
upon
a
scheme
of
wall
decoration
,
"
you
're
the
world
's
worst
goopher
.
Your
stock
will
go
down
like
an
elevator
at
the
club
and
on
the
campus
.
"
"
Oh
,
hell
,
I
know
it
.
Why
rub
it
in
?
"
"
'Cause
you
deserve
it
.
Anybody
that
'd
risk
what
you
were
in
line
for
ought
to
be
ineligible
for
Princetonian
chairman
.
"
