Also they were of somewhat the same clan, not popular in the sense of swarming admirers.

But here, to my astonishment, I found my crowd was the largest.
I have to generalize, of course, rather telescoping many impressions; but the first evening was a good sample of the impression we made.

Jeff had a following, if I may call it that, of the more sentimental--though that's not the word I want.

The less practical, perhaps; the girls who were artists of some sort, ethicists, teachers--that kind.
Terry was reduced to a rather combative group: keen, logical, inquiring minds, not overly sensitive, the very kind he liked least; while, as for me--I became quite cocky over my general popularity.
Terry was furious about it.

We could hardly blame him.
"Girls!" he burst forth, when that evening was over and we were by ourselves once more.