I can tell." They wandered on, mixing in the Broadway crowd, dreaming on the music that eddied out of the cafes.

New faces flashed on and off like myriad lights, pale or rouged faces, tired, yet sustained by a weary excitement.

Amory watched them in fascination.

He was planning his life.
He was going to live in New York, and be known at every restaurant and cafe, wearing a dress-suit from early evening to early morning, sleeping away the dull hours of the forenoon.
"Yes, _sir_, I'd marry that girl to-night!" ***** HEROIC IN GENERAL TONE October of his second and last year at St.Regis' was a high point in Amory's memory.

The game with Groton was played from three of a snappy, exhilarating afternoon far into the crisp autumnal twilight, and Amory at quarter-back, exhorting in wild despair, making impossible tackles, calling signals in a voice that had diminished to a hoarse, furious whisper, yet found time to revel in the blood-stained bandage around his head, and the straining, glorious heroism of plunging, crashing bodies and aching limbs.