Who wrote it ?" "It's a man--don't you know ?" "Oh, surely." A faint chord was struck in Amory's memory.

"Wasn't the comic opera, 'Patience,' written about him ?" "Yes, that's the fella.

I've just finished a book of his, 'The Picture of Dorian Gray,' and I certainly wish you'd read it.

You'd like it.

You can borrow it if you want to." "Why, I'd like it a lot--thanks." "Don't you want to come up to the room?
I've got a few other books." Amory hesitated, glanced at the St.Paul's group--one of them was the magnificent, exquisite Humbird--and he considered how determinate the addition of this friend would be.