They had traded accounts of their progress since they had met last, and she had listened to much she had heard before.

He was a sophomore, was on the Princetonian board, hoped to be chairman in senior year.

He learned that some of the boys she went with in Baltimore were "terrible speeds" and came to dances in states of artificial stimulation; most of them were twenty or so, and drove alluring red Stutzes.

A good half seemed to have already flunked out of various schools and colleges, but some of them bore athletic names that made him look at her admiringly.

As a matter of fact, Isabelle's closer acquaintance with the universities was just commencing.