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Spires and Gargoyles
ThenameBlainefiguredsomewhere,butatfirstshecouldnotplacehim.Averyconfused,veryjuvenilemomentofawkwardbackingsandbumpingsfollowed,andeveryonefoundhimselftalkingtothepersonheleastdesiredto.IsabellemanoeuvredherselfandFroggyParker,freshmanatHarvard,withwhomshehadonceplayedhop-scotch,toaseatonthestairs.Ahumorousreferencetothepastwasallsheneeded.ThethingsIsabellecoulddosociallywithoneideawereremarkable.First,sherepeateditrapturouslyinanenthusiasticcontraltowithasoupconofSouthernaccent;thenshehelditoffatadistanceandsmiledatit—herwonderfulsmile;thenshedelivereditinvariationsandplayedasortofmentalcatchwithit,allthisinthenominalformofdialogue.Froggywasfascinatedandquiteunconsciousthatthiswasbeingdone,notforhim,butforthegreeneyesthatglistenedundertheshiningcarefullywateredhair,alittletoherleft,forIsabellehaddiscoveredAmory.Asanactresseveninthefullestflushofherownconsciousmagnetismgetsadeepimpressionofmostofthepeopleinthefrontrow,soIsabellesizedupherantagonist.First,hehadauburnhair,andfromherfeelingofdisappointmentsheknewthatshehadexpectedhimtobedarkandofgarter-advertisementslenderness....Fortherest,afaintflushandastraight,romanticprofile;theeffectsetoffbyaclose-fittingdresssuitandasilkruffledshirtofthekindthatwomenstilldelighttoseemenwear,butmenwerejustbeginningtogettiredof.
