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           "Why?"

           "Allmycareer’sgoneupinsmoke;youthinkit’spettyandallthat,but—"

           "Notatallpetty.Ithinkit’smostimportant.Iwanttohearthewholething.Everythingyou’vebeendoingsinceIsawyoulast."

           Amorytalked;hewentthoroughlyintothedestructionofhisegotistichighways,andinahalf-hourthelistlessqualityhadlefthisvoice.

           "Whatwouldyoudoifyouleftcollege?"askedMonsignor.

           "Don’tknow.I’dliketotravel,butofcoursethistiresomewarpreventsthat.Anyways,motherwouldhatenothavingmegraduate.I’mjustatsea.KerryHolidaywantsmetogooverwithhimandjointheLafayetteEsquadrille."

           "Youknowyouwouldn’tliketogo."

           "SometimesIwould—to-nightI’dgoinasecond."

           "Well,you’dhavetobeverymuchmoretiredoflifethanIthinkyouare.Iknowyou."

           "I’mafraidyoudo,"agreedAmoryreluctantly."Itjustseemedaneasywayoutofeverything—whenIthinkofanotheruseless,draggyyear."

           "Yes,Iknow;buttotellyouthetruth,I’mnotworriedaboutyou;youseemtometobeprogressingperfectlynaturally."

           "No,"Amoryobjected."I’velosthalfmypersonalityinayear."

           "Notabitofit!"scoffedMonsignor."You’velostagreatamountofvanityandthat’sall."

           "Lordy!Ifeel,anyway,asifI’dgonethroughanotherfifthformatSt.Regis’s."

           "No."Monsignorshookhishead."Thatwasamisfortune;thishasbeenagoodthing.