They curved tantalizingly, and she could catch just a glimpse of two pairs of masculine feet in the hall below.
Pump-shod in uniform black, they gave no hint of identity, but she wondered eagerly if one pair were attached to Amory Blaine.

This young man, not as yet encountered, had nevertheless taken up a considerable part of her day--the first day of her arrival.

Coming up in the machine from the station, Sally had volunteered, amid a rain of question, comment, revelation, and exaggeration: "You remember Amory Blaine, of _course_.

Well, he's simply mad to see you again.

He's stayed over a day from college, and he's coming to-night.