I remember." "Going to reunion ?" "You know!" Simultaneously he realized that he was not going to reunion.
"Get overseas ?" Amory nodded, his eyes staring oddly.

Stepping back to let some one pass, he knocked the dish of olives to a crash on the floor.
"Too bad," he muttered.

"Have a drink ?" Wilson, ponderously diplomatic, reached over and slapped him on the back.
"You've had plenty, old boy." Amory eyed him dumbly until Wilson grew embarrassed under the scrutiny.
"Plenty, hell!" said Amory finally.

"I haven't had a drink to-day." Wilson looked incredulous.
"Have a drink or not ?" cried Amory rudely.
Together they sought the bar.
"Rye high." "I'll just take a Bronx." Wilson had another; Amory had several more.

They decided to sit down.
At ten o'clock Wilson was displaced by Carling, class of '15.