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Experiments in Convalescence
"DidhethinkI’dplungedintoBolshevism?"askedAmory,interested.
"Oh,he’shavingafrightfultime."
"Why?"
"AbouttheIrishRepublic.Hethinksitlacksdignity."
"So?"
"HewenttoBostonwhentheIrishPresidentarrivedandhewasgreatlydistressedbecausethereceivingcommittee,whentheyrodeinanautomobile,wouldputtheirarmsaroundthePresident."
"Idon’tblamehim."
"Well,whatimpressedyoumorethananythingwhileyouwereinthearmy?Youlookagreatdealolder."
"That’sfromanother,moredisastrousbattle,"heanswered,smilinginspiteofhimself."Butthearmy—letmesee—well,Idiscoveredthatphysicalcouragedependstoagreatextentonthephysicalshapeamanisin.IfoundthatIwasasbraveasthenextman—itusedtoworrymebefore."
"Whatelse?"
"Well,theideathatmencanstandanythingiftheygetusedtoit,andthefactthatIgotahighmarkinthepsychologicalexamination."
Mrs.Lawrencelaughed.AmorywasfindingitagreatrelieftobeinthiscoolhouseonRiversideDrive,awayfrommorecondensedNewYorkandthesenseofpeopleexpellinggreatquantitiesofbreathintoalittlespace.Mrs.LawrenceremindedhimvaguelyofBeatrice,notintemperament,butinherperfectgraceanddignity.
