Somehow logic could not explain her.
Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical?
Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application.

Besides, he was a Yale man.

He might be unfortunate, but he would scarcely be a fool.

The Yale spirit! Ah Cum smiled whimsically.

After fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute--college loyalty--still alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the flower of youthful enthusiasm! With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this phenomenon, he continued his patrol.
"Hey, you!" Ah Cum stopped and turned.