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She
was
conscious
that
they
were
a
handsome
pair
,
and
seemed
to
belong
distinctively
in
this
seclusion
,
while
lesser
lights
fluttered
and
chattered
down-stairs
.
Boys
who
passed
the
door
looked
in
enviously
--
girls
who
passed
only
laughed
and
frowned
and
grew
wise
within
themselves
.
They
had
now
reached
a
very
definite
stage
.
They
had
traded
accounts
of
their
progress
since
they
had
met
last
,
and
she
had
listened
to
much
she
had
heard
before
.
He
was
a
sophomore
,
was
on
the
Princetonian
board
,
hoped
to
be
chairman
in
senior
year
.
He
learned
that
some
of
the
boys
she
went
with
in
Baltimore
were
"
terrible
speeds
"
and
came
to
dances
in
states
of
artificial
stimulation
;
most
of
them
were
twenty
or
so
,
and
drove
alluring
red
Stutzes
.
A
good
half
seemed
to
have
already
flunked
out
of
various
schools
and
colleges
,
but
some
of
them
bore
athletic
names
that
made
him
look
at
her
admiringly
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
Isabelle
's
closer
acquaintance
with
the
universities
was
just
commencing
.
She
had
bowing
acquaintance
with
a
lot
of
young
men
who
thought
she
was
a
"
pretty
kid
--
worth
keeping
an
eye
on
.
"
But
Isabelle
strung
the
names
into
a
fabrication
of
gayety
that
would
have
dazzled
a
Viennese
nobleman
.
Such
is
the
power
of
young
contralto
voices
on
sink-down
sofas
.
He
asked
her
if
she
thought
he
was
conceited
.
She
said
there
was
a
difference
between
conceit
and
self-confidence
.
She
adored
self-confidence
in
men
.
"
Is
Froggy
a
good
friend
of
yours
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Rather
--
why
?
"
"
He
's
a
bum
dancer
.
"
Amory
laughed
.
"
He
dances
as
if
the
girl
were
on
his
back
instead
of
in
his
arms
.
"
She
appreciated
this
.
