When the curtain fell for the last time he gave such a long sigh that the people in front of him twisted around and stared and said loud enough for him to hear: "What a _remarkable_-looking boy!" This took his mind off the play, and he wondered if he really did seem handsome to the population of New York.
Paskert and he walked in silence toward their hotel.

The former was the first to speak.

His uncertain fifteen-year-old voice broke in in a melancholy strain on Amory's musings: "I'd marry that girl to-night." There was no need to ask what girl he referred to.
"I'd be proud to take her home and introduce her to my people," continued Paskert.
Amory was distinctly impressed.

He wished he had said it instead of Paskert.

It sounded so mature.
"I wonder about actresses; are they all pretty bad ?" "No, _sir_, not by a darn sight," said the worldly youth with emphasis, "and I know that girl's as good as gold.