I got the habit.

I've done a lot of things that if my fambly knew"-- he hesitated, giving her imagination time to picture dark horrors--"I went to the burlesque show last week." Myra was quite overcome.

He turned the green eyes on her again.

"You're the only girl in town I like much," he exclaimed in a rush of sentiment.
"You're simpatico." Myra was not sure that she was, but it sounded stylish though vaguely improper.
Thick dusk had descended outside, and as the limousine made a sudden turn she was jolted against him; their hands touched.
"You shouldn't smoke, Amory," she whispered.

"Don't you know that ?" He shook his head.
"Nobody cares." Myra hesitated.
"_I_ care." Something stirred within Amory.
"Oh, yes, you do! You got a crush on Froggy Parker.