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Experiments in Convalescence
"WhyshouldIhave?Oh,yes—theremaybeoneinAlec’sroom."
EventuallyAmoryfoundwhathewaslookingforand,returningtohisdresser,openedadrawerfullofletters,notes,partofachain,twolittlehandkerchiefs,andsomesnap-shots.Ashetransferredthemcarefullytotheboxhismindwanderedtosomeplaceinabookwherethehero,afterpreservingforayearacakeofhislostlove’ssoap,finallywashedhishandswithit.Helaughedandbegantohum"Afteryou’vegone"...ceasedabruptly...
Thestringbroketwice,andthenhemanagedtosecureit,droppedthepackageintothebottomofhistrunk,andhavingslammedthelidreturnedtothestudy.
"Goingout?"Tom’svoiceheldanundertoneofanxiety.
"Uh-huh."
"Where?"
"Couldn’tsay,oldkeed."
"Let’shavedinnertogether."
"Sorry.ItoldSukeyBrettI’deatwithhim."
"Oh."
"By-by."
Amorycrossedthestreetandhadahigh-ball;thenhewalkedtoWashingtonSquareandfoundatopseatonabus.HedisembarkedatForty-thirdStreetandstrolledtotheBiltmorebar.
"Hi,Amory!"
"What’llyouhave?"
"Yo-ho!Waiter!"
TEMPERATURENORMAL
Theadventofprohibitionwiththe"thirsty-first"putasuddenstoptothesubmergingofAmory’ssorrows,andwhenheawokeonemorningtofindthattheoldbar-to-bardayswereover,hehadneitherremorseforthepastthreeweeksnorregretthattheirrepetitionwasimpossible.
