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He
nodded
.
"
We
'll
sit
out
.
"
Isabelle
nodded
.
"
Did
any
one
ever
tell
you
,
you
have
keen
eyes
?
"
she
said
.
Amory
attempted
to
make
them
look
even
keener
.
He
fancied
,
but
he
was
not
sure
,
that
her
foot
had
just
touched
his
under
the
table
.
But
it
might
possibly
have
been
only
the
table
leg
.
It
was
so
hard
to
tell
.
Still
it
thrilled
him
.
He
wondered
quickly
if
there
would
be
any
difficulty
in
securing
the
little
den
up-stairs
.
BABES
IN
THE
WOODS
Isabelle
and
Amory
were
distinctly
not
innocent
,
nor
were
they
particularly
brazen
.
Moreover
,
amateur
standing
had
very
little
value
in
the
game
they
were
playing
,
a
game
that
would
presumably
be
her
principal
study
for
years
to
come
.
She
had
begun
as
he
had
,
with
good
looks
and
an
excitable
temperament
,
and
the
rest
was
the
result
of
accessible
popular
novels
and
dressing-room
conversation
culled
from
a
slightly
older
set
.
Isabelle
had
walked
with
an
artificial
gait
at
nine
and
a
half
,
and
when
her
eyes
,
wide
and
starry
,
proclaimed
the
ingenue
most
.
Amory
was
proportionately
less
deceived
.
He
waited
for
the
mask
to
drop
off
,
but
at
the
same
time
he
did
not
question
her
right
to
wear
it
.
She
,
on
her
part
,
was
not
impressed
by
his
studied
air
of
blasé
sophistication
.
She
had
lived
in
a
larger
city
and
had
slightly
an
advantage
in
range
.
But
she
accepted
his
pose
--
it
was
one
of
the
dozen
little
conventions
of
this
kind
of
affair
.
He
was
aware
that
he
was
getting
this
particular
favor
now
because
she
had
been
coached
;
he
knew
that
he
stood
for
merely
the
best
game
in
sight
,
and
that
he
would
have
to
improve
his
opportunity
before
he
lost
his
advantage
.
So
they
proceeded
with
an
infinite
guile
that
would
have
horrified
her
parents
.
After
the
dinner
the
dance
began
...
smoothly
.
Smoothly
?
--
boys
cut
in
on
Isabelle
every
few
feet
and
then
squabbled
in
the
corners
with
:
"
You
might
let
me
get
more
than
an
inch
!
"
and
"
She
did
n't
like
it
either
--
she
told
me
so
next
time
I
cut
in
.
"
It
was
true
--
she
told
every
one
so
,
and
gave
every
hand
a
parting
pressure
that
said
:
"
You
know
that
your
dances
are
making
my
evening
.
"
But
time
passed
,
two
hours
of
it
,
and
the
less
subtle
beaux
had
better
learned
to
focus
their
pseudo-passionate
glances
elsewhere
,
for
eleven
o'clock
found
Isabelle
and
Amory
sitting
on
the
couch
in
the
little
den
off
the
reading-room
up-stairs
.
