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So
early
in
September
Amory
,
provided
with
"
six
suits
summer
underwear
,
six
suits
winter
underwear
,
one
sweater
or
T
shirt
,
one
jersey
,
one
overcoat
,
winter
,
etc.
,
"
set
out
for
New
England
,
the
land
of
schools
.
There
were
Andover
and
Exeter
with
their
memories
of
New
England
dead
--
large
,
college-like
democracies
;
St.
Mark
's
,
Groton
,
St.
Regis
'
--
recruited
from
Boston
and
the
Knickerbocker
families
of
New
York
;
St.
Paul
's
,
with
its
great
rinks
;
Pomfret
and
St.
George
's
,
prosperous
and
well-dressed
;
Taft
and
Hotchkiss
,
which
prepared
the
wealth
of
the
Middle
West
for
social
success
at
Yale
;
Pawling
,
Westminster
,
Choate
,
Kent
,
and
a
hundred
others
;
all
milling
out
their
well-set-up
,
conventional
,
impressive
type
,
year
after
year
;
their
mental
stimulus
the
college
entrance
exams
;
their
vague
purpose
set
forth
in
a
hundred
circulars
as
"
To
impart
a
Thorough
Mental
,
Moral
,
and
Physical
Training
as
a
Christian
Gentleman
,
to
fit
the
boy
for
meeting
the
problems
of
his
day
and
generation
,
and
to
give
a
solid
foundation
in
the
Arts
and
Sciences
.
"
At
St.
Regis
'
Amory
stayed
three
days
and
took
his
exams
with
a
scoffing
confidence
,
then
doubling
back
to
New
York
to
pay
his
tutelary
visit
.
The
metropolis
,
barely
glimpsed
,
made
little
impression
on
him
,
except
for
the
sense
of
cleanliness
he
drew
from
the
tall
white
buildings
seen
from
a
Hudson
River
steamboat
in
the
early
morning
.
Indeed
,
his
mind
was
so
crowded
with
dreams
of
athletic
prowess
at
school
that
he
considered
this
visit
only
as
a
rather
tiresome
prelude
to
the
great
adventure
.
This
,
however
,
it
did
not
prove
to
be
.
Monsignor
Darcy
's
house
was
an
ancient
,
rambling
structure
set
on
a
hill
overlooking
the
river
,
and
there
lived
its
owner
,
between
his
trips
to
all
parts
of
the
Roman-Catholic
world
,
rather
like
an
exiled
Stuart
king
waiting
to
be
called
to
the
rule
of
his
land
.
Monsignor
was
forty-four
then
,
and
bustling
--
a
trifle
too
stout
for
symmetry
,
with
hair
the
color
of
spun
gold
,
and
a
brilliant
,
enveloping
personality
.
When
he
came
into
a
room
clad
in
his
full
purple
regalia
from
thatch
to
toe
,
he
resembled
a
Turner
sunset
,
and
attracted
both
admiration
and
attention
.
He
had
written
two
novels
:
one
of
them
violently
anti-Catholic
,
just
before
his
conversion
,
and
five
years
later
another
,
in
which
he
had
attempted
to
turn
all
his
clever
jibes
against
Catholics
into
even
cleverer
innuendoes
against
Episcopalians
.
He
was
intensely
ritualistic
,
startlingly
dramatic
,
loved
the
idea
of
God
enough
to
be
a
celibate
,
and
rather
liked
his
neighbor
.
Children
adored
him
because
he
was
like
a
child
;
youth
revelled
in
his
company
because
he
was
still
a
youth
,
and
could
n't
be
shocked
.
In
the
proper
land
and
century
he
might
have
been
a
Richelieu
--
at
present
he
was
a
very
moral
,
very
religious
(
if
not
particularly
pious
)
clergyman
,
making
a
great
mystery
about
pulling
rusty
wires
,
and
appreciating
life
to
the
fullest
,
if
not
entirely
enjoying
it
.
He
and
Amory
took
to
each
other
at
first
sight
--
the
jovial
,
impressive
prelate
who
could
dazzle
an
embassy
ball
,
and
the
green-eyed
,
intent
youth
,
in
his
first
long
trousers
,
accepted
in
their
own
minds
a
relation
of
father
and
son
within
a
half-hour
's
conversation
.
"
My
dear
boy
,
I
've
been
waiting
to
see
you
for
years
.
Take
a
big
chair
and
we
'll
have
a
chat
.
"
"
I
've
just
come
from
school
--
St.
Regis
's
,
you
know
.
"
