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...
Then
the
Cocoanut
Grove
,
where
Amory
slept
again
on
a
little
balcony
outside
.
Out
in
Shanley
's
,
Yonkers
,
he
became
almost
logical
,
and
by
a
careful
control
of
the
number
of
high-balls
he
drank
,
grew
quite
lucid
and
garrulous
.
He
found
that
the
party
consisted
of
five
men
,
two
of
whom
he
knew
slightly
;
he
became
righteous
about
paying
his
share
of
the
expense
and
insisted
in
a
loud
voice
on
arranging
everything
then
and
there
to
the
amusement
of
the
tables
around
him
...
Some
one
mentioned
that
a
famous
cabaret
star
was
at
the
next
table
,
so
Amory
rose
and
,
approaching
gallantly
,
introduced
himself
...
this
involved
him
in
an
argument
,
first
with
her
escort
and
then
with
the
headwaiter
--
Amory
's
attitude
being
a
lofty
and
exaggerated
courtesy
...
he
consented
,
after
being
confronted
with
irrefutable
logic
,
to
being
led
back
to
his
own
table
.
"
Decided
to
commit
suicide
,
"
he
announced
suddenly
.
"
When
?
Next
year
?
"
"
Now
.
To-morrow
morning
.
Going
to
take
a
room
at
the
Commodore
,
get
into
a
hot
bath
and
open
a
vein
.
"
"
He
's
getting
morbid
!
"
"
You
need
another
rye
,
old
boy
!
"
"
We
'll
all
talk
it
over
to-morrow
.
"
But
Amory
was
not
to
be
dissuaded
,
from
argument
at
least
.
"
Did
you
ever
get
that
way
?
"
he
demanded
confidentially
fortaccio
.
