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"
What
else
?
"
"
Well
,
the
idea
that
men
can
stand
anything
if
they
get
used
to
it
,
and
the
fact
that
I
got
a
high
mark
in
the
psychological
examination
.
"
Mrs.
Lawrence
laughed
.
Amory
was
finding
it
a
great
relief
to
be
in
this
cool
house
on
Riverside
Drive
,
away
from
more
condensed
New
York
and
the
sense
of
people
expelling
great
quantities
of
breath
into
a
little
space
.
Mrs.
Lawrence
reminded
him
vaguely
of
Beatrice
,
not
in
temperament
,
but
in
her
perfect
grace
and
dignity
.
The
house
,
its
furnishings
,
the
manner
in
which
dinner
was
served
,
were
in
immense
contrast
to
what
he
had
met
in
the
great
places
on
Long
Island
,
where
the
servants
were
so
obtrusive
that
they
had
positively
to
be
bumped
out
of
the
way
,
or
even
in
the
houses
of
more
conservative
"
Union
Club
"
families
.
He
wondered
if
this
air
of
symmetrical
restraint
,
this
grace
,
which
he
felt
was
continental
,
was
distilled
through
Mrs.
Lawrence
's
New
England
ancestry
or
acquired
in
long
residence
in
Italy
and
Spain
.
Two
glasses
of
sauterne
at
luncheon
loosened
his
tongue
,
and
he
talked
,
with
what
he
felt
was
something
of
his
old
charm
,
of
religion
and
literature
and
the
menacing
phenomena
of
the
social
order
.
Mrs.
Lawrence
was
ostensibly
pleased
with
him
,
and
her
interest
was
especially
in
his
mind
;
he
wanted
people
to
like
his
mind
again
--
after
a
while
it
might
be
such
a
nice
place
in
which
to
live
.
"
Monsignor
Darcy
still
thinks
that
you
're
his
reincarnation
,
that
your
faith
will
eventually
clarify
.
"
"
Perhaps
,
"
he
assented
.
"
I
'm
rather
pagan
at
present
.
It
's
just
that
religion
does
n't
seem
to
have
the
slightest
bearing
on
life
at
my
age
.
"
When
he
left
her
house
he
walked
down
Riverside
Drive
with
a
feeling
of
satisfaction
.
It
was
amusing
to
discuss
again
such
subjects
as
this
young
poet
,
Stephen
Vincent
Benet
,
or
the
Irish
Republic
.
Between
the
rancid
accusations
of
Edward
Carson
and
Justice
Cohalan
he
had
completely
tired
of
the
Irish
question
;
yet
there
had
been
a
time
when
his
own
Celtic
traits
were
pillars
of
his
personal
philosophy
.
There
seemed
suddenly
to
be
much
left
in
life
,
if
only
this
revival
of
old
interests
did
not
mean
that
he
was
backing
away
from
it
again
--
backing
away
from
life
itself
.
RESTLESSNESS
