I enjoyed them.

I adapted myself to the bourgeoisie.
I became conventional." He surprised himself by saying that, and he pictured how Froggy would have gaped.
"Beatrice," he said suddenly, "I want to go away to school.

Everybody in Minneapolis is going to go away to school." Beatrice showed some alarm.
"But you're only fifteen." "Yes, but everybody goes away to school at fifteen, and I _want_ to, Beatrice." On Beatrice's suggestion the subject was dropped for the rest of the walk, but a week later she delighted him by saying: "Amory, I have decided to let you have your way.

If you still want to, you can go to school." "Yes ?" "To St.Regis's in Connecticut." Amory felt a quick excitement.
"It's being arranged," continued Beatrice.

"It's better that you should go away.