The Guarded Heights. Camp Wadsworth

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      "Where," Lambert asked, "will I run into you next?"

      "Anywhere," George said. "Whenever we're both invited to the same place. I didn't come without being asked, so my being here isn't funny."

      Lambert walked around and sat down. All the irony had left his face. He had an air of doubtful disapproval.

      "Maybe not funny," he said, "but – odd."

      George stirred. How long would the music and the laughter continue to drift in?

      "Why?"

      "You've travelled a long way," Lambert mused. "I wonder if in football clothes men don't look too much of a pattern. I wonder if you haven't let yourself be carried a little too far."

      "Why?" George asked again.

      "Princeton and football," Lambert went on, "are well enough in their way; but when you come to a place like this and dance with those girls who don't know, it seems scarcely fair. Of course, if they knew, and wanted you still – that's the whole point."

      "They wouldn't," George admitted, "but why should they matter if the people that count know?"

      Lambert glanced at him. Was the music's quicker measure prophetic of the end?

      "What do you mean?" Lambert asked.

      "What you said last fall has worried me," George answered. "That's the reason I came here – so that your sister would know me from Adam. She does, and she can do what she pleases about it. It's in her hands now."

      Lambert reddened.

      "You've the nerve of the devil," he said, angrily. "You had no business to speak to my sister. The whole thing had been forgotten."

      George shook his head.

      "You hadn't forgotten it. She told me that day that I shouldn't forget. I hadn't forgotten it. I never will."

      "I can't talk about it," Lambert said.

      He looked squarely at George.

      "Here's what puts your being here out of shape: You're ashamed of what you were. Aren't you?"

      "I've always thought," George said, "you were man enough to realize it's only what I am and may become that counts. I wouldn't say ashamed. I'm sorry, because it makes what I'm doing just that much harder; because you, for instance, know about it, and might cause trouble."

      Lambert made no difficulty about the implied question.

      "I don't want to risk causing trouble for any one unjustly. It's up to you not to make me. But don't bother my sister again."

      "Let me get far enough," George said, "and you won't be able to make trouble – you, or your sister, or your father."

      Lambert grinned, the doubt leaving his face as if he had reached a decision.

      "I wouldn't bank on father. I'd keep out of his sight."

      The advice placed him, for the present, on the safe side. Sylvia's decision remained, and just then the music crashed into a silence, broken by exigent applause. George got up, thrusting his hands in his pockets. The orchestra surrendered to the applause, but was Sylvia dancing now?

      Voices drifted in from the hall, one high and obdurate; others better controlled, but persistent in argument. Lambert grimaced. George sneered.

      "But that's all right, because he didn't have to work for his living."

      "If you don't come a cropper," Lambert said, "you'll get fed up with that sort of thinking. Dolly's young."

      Dalrymple was the first in the room, flushed, a trifle uneven in his movements. Goodhue and Wandel followed. Goodhue smiled in a pained, surprised way. Wandel's precise features expressed nothing.

      "Why not dancing, Lambert, old Eli?" Dalrymple called jovially. "Haul these gospel sharks off – Waiter! I say, waiter! Something bubbly, dry, and nineteen hundred, if they're doing us that well."

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