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So
she
waited
at
the
head
of
the
stairs
that
evening
while
slippers
were
fetched
.
Just
as
she
was
growing
impatient
,
Sally
came
out
of
the
dressing-room
,
beaming
with
her
accustomed
good
nature
and
high
spirits
,
and
together
they
descended
to
the
floor
below
,
while
the
shifting
search-light
of
Isabelle
's
mind
flashed
on
two
ideas
:
she
was
glad
she
had
high
color
to-night
,
and
she
wondered
if
he
danced
well
.
Down-stairs
,
in
the
club
's
great
room
,
she
was
surrounded
for
a
moment
by
the
girls
she
had
met
in
the
afternoon
,
then
she
heard
Sally
's
voice
repeating
a
cycle
of
names
,
and
found
herself
bowing
to
a
sextet
of
black
and
white
,
terribly
stiff
,
vaguely
familiar
figures
.
The
name
Blaine
figured
somewhere
,
but
at
first
she
could
not
place
him
.
A
very
confused
,
very
juvenile
moment
of
awkward
backings
and
bumpings
followed
,
and
every
one
found
himself
talking
to
the
person
he
least
desired
to
.
Isabelle
manoeuvred
herself
and
Froggy
Parker
,
freshman
at
Harvard
,
with
whom
she
had
once
played
hop-scotch
,
to
a
seat
on
the
stairs
.
A
humorous
reference
to
the
past
was
all
she
needed
.
The
things
Isabelle
could
do
socially
with
one
idea
were
remarkable
.
First
,
she
repeated
it
rapturously
in
an
enthusiastic
contralto
with
a
soupcon
of
Southern
accent
;
then
she
held
it
off
at
a
distance
and
smiled
at
it
--
her
wonderful
smile
;
then
she
delivered
it
in
variations
and
played
a
sort
of
mental
catch
with
it
,
all
this
in
the
nominal
form
of
dialogue
.
Froggy
was
fascinated
and
quite
unconscious
that
this
was
being
done
,
not
for
him
,
but
for
the
green
eyes
that
glistened
under
the
shining
carefully
watered
hair
,
a
little
to
her
left
,
for
Isabelle
had
discovered
Amory
.
As
an
actress
even
in
the
fullest
flush
of
her
own
conscious
magnetism
gets
a
deep
impression
of
most
of
the
people
in
the
front
row
,
so
Isabelle
sized
up
her
antagonist
.
First
,
he
had
auburn
hair
,
and
from
her
feeling
of
disappointment
she
knew
that
she
had
expected
him
to
be
dark
and
of
garter-advertisement
slenderness
...
For
the
rest
,
a
faint
flush
and
a
straight
,
romantic
profile
;
the
effect
set
off
by
a
close-fitting
dress
suit
and
a
silk
ruffled
shirt
of
the
kind
that
women
still
delight
to
see
men
wear
,
but
men
were
just
beginning
to
get
tired
of
.
During
this
inspection
Amory
was
quietly
watching
.
"
Do
n't
you
think
so
?
"
she
said
suddenly
,
turning
to
him
,
innocent-eyed
.
There
was
a
stir
,
and
Sally
led
the
way
over
to
their
table
.
Amory
struggled
to
Isabelle
's
side
,
and
whispered
:
"
You
're
my
dinner
partner
,
you
know
.
We
're
all
coached
for
each
other
.
"
Isabelle
gasped
--
this
was
rather
right
in
line
.
But
really
she
felt
as
if
a
good
speech
had
been
taken
from
the
star
and
given
to
a
minor
character
...
She
must
n't
lose
the
leadership
a
bit
.
The
dinner-table
glittered
with
laughter
at
the
confusion
of
getting
places
and
then
curious
eyes
were
turned
on
her
,
sitting
near
the
head
.
She
was
enjoying
this
immensely
,
and
Froggy
Parker
was
so
engrossed
with
the
added
sparkle
of
her
rising
color
that
he
forgot
to
pull
out
Sally
's
chair
,
and
fell
into
a
dim
confusion
.
Amory
was
on
the
other
side
,
full
of
confidence
and
vanity
,
gazing
at
her
in
open
admiration
.
He
began
directly
,
and
so
did
Froggy
:
"
I
've
heard
a
lot
about
you
since
you
wore
braids
--
"
"
Was
n't
it
funny
this
afternoon
--
"
