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"
Ca
n't
do
it
,
Findle
;
I
'm
with
somebody
else
!
Call
me
up
to-morrow
about
one
o'clock
!
"
Findle
,
a
nondescript
man-about-Bisty
's
,
answered
incoherently
and
turned
back
to
the
brilliant
blonde
whom
he
was
endeavoring
to
steer
around
the
room
.
"
There
's
a
natural
damn
fool
,
"
commented
Amory
.
"
Oh
,
he
's
all
right
.
Here
's
the
old
jitney
waiter
.
If
you
ask
me
,
I
want
a
double
Daiquiri
.
"
"
Make
it
four
.
"
The
crowd
whirled
and
changed
and
shifted
.
They
were
mostly
from
the
colleges
,
with
a
scattering
of
the
male
refuse
of
Broadway
,
and
women
of
two
types
,
the
higher
of
which
was
the
chorus
girl
.
On
the
whole
it
was
a
typical
crowd
,
and
their
party
as
typical
as
any
.
About
three-fourths
of
the
whole
business
was
for
effect
and
therefore
harmless
,
ended
at
the
door
of
the
cafe
,
soon
enough
for
the
five-o'clock
train
back
to
Yale
or
Princeton
;
about
one-fourth
continued
on
into
the
dimmer
hours
and
gathered
strange
dust
from
strange
places
.
Their
party
was
scheduled
to
be
one
of
the
harmless
kind
.
Fred
Sloane
and
Phoebe
Column
were
old
friends
;
Axia
and
Amory
new
ones
.
But
strange
things
are
prepared
even
in
the
dead
of
night
,
and
the
unusual
,
which
lurks
least
in
the
cafe
,
home
of
the
prosaic
and
inevitable
,
was
preparing
to
spoil
for
him
the
waning
romance
of
Broadway
.
The
way
it
took
was
so
inexpressibly
terrible
,
so
unbelievable
,
that
afterward
he
never
thought
of
it
as
experience
;
but
it
was
a
scene
from
a
misty
tragedy
,
played
far
behind
the
veil
,
and
that
it
meant
something
definite
he
knew
.
About
one
o'clock
they
moved
to
Maxim
's
,
and
two
found
them
in
Deviniere
's
.
Sloane
had
been
drinking
consecutively
and
was
in
a
state
of
unsteady
exhilaration
,
but
Amory
was
quite
tiresomely
sober
;
they
had
run
across
none
of
those
ancient
,
corrupt
buyers
of
champagne
who
usually
assisted
their
New
York
parties
.
They
were
just
through
dancing
and
were
making
their
way
back
to
their
chairs
when
Amory
became
aware
that
some
one
at
a
near-by
table
was
looking
at
him
.
He
turned
and
glanced
casually
...
a
middle-aged
man
dressed
in
a
brown
sack
suit
,
it
was
,
sitting
a
little
apart
at
a
table
by
himself
and
watching
their
party
intently
.
At
Amory
's
glance
he
smiled
faintly
.
Amory
turned
to
Fred
,
who
was
just
sitting
down
.
"
Who
's
that
pale
fool
watching
us
?
"
he
complained
indignantly
.
"
Where
?
"
cried
Sloane
.
"
We
'll
have
him
thrown
out
!
"
He
rose
to
his
feet
and
swayed
back
and
forth
,
clinging
to
his
chair
.
"
Where
is
he
?
"
Axia
and
Phoebe
suddenly
leaned
and
whispered
to
each
other
across
the
table
,
and
before
Amory
realized
it
they
found
themselves
on
their
way
to
the
door
.
