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Spires and Gargoyles
Shewasconsciousthattheywereahandsomepair,andseemedtobelongdistinctivelyinthisseclusion,whilelesserlightsflutteredandchattereddown-stairs.
Boyswhopassedthedoorlookedinenviously—girlswhopassedonlylaughedandfrownedandgrewwisewithinthemselves.
Theyhadnowreachedaverydefinitestage.Theyhadtradedaccountsoftheirprogresssincetheyhadmetlast,andshehadlistenedtomuchshehadheardbefore.Hewasasophomore,wasonthePrincetonianboard,hopedtobechairmaninsenioryear.HelearnedthatsomeoftheboysshewentwithinBaltimorewere"terriblespeeds"andcametodancesinstatesofartificialstimulation;mostofthemweretwentyorso,anddrovealluringredStutzes.Agoodhalfseemedtohavealreadyflunkedoutofvariousschoolsandcolleges,butsomeofthemboreathleticnamesthatmadehimlookatheradmiringly.Asamatteroffact,Isabelle’scloseracquaintancewiththeuniversitieswasjustcommencing.Shehadbowingacquaintancewithalotofyoungmenwhothoughtshewasa"prettykid—worthkeepinganeyeon."ButIsabellestrungthenamesintoafabricationofgayetythatwouldhavedazzledaViennesenobleman.Suchisthepowerofyoungcontraltovoicesonsink-downsofas.
Heaskedherifshethoughthewasconceited.Shesaidtherewasadifferencebetweenconceitandself-confidence.Sheadoredself-confidenceinmen.
"IsFroggyagoodfriendofyours?"sheasked.
"Rather—why?"
"He’sabumdancer."
Amorylaughed.
