"What could I do with two girls in a canoe? And she's got to have her friend along. You don't realize how respectable chorus girls are."
"I never thought they were respectable at all."
"That shows how little you know about it."
Cham put on his shirt with peevish jerks and went into the next room. Fanshaw looked down at Bryce's American Commonwealth that lay spread out on his knees and tried to go on reading: This decision of the Supreme Court, however... But why shouldn't he? Fanshaw stretched himself yawning. The sunlight seeped through the brownish stencilled curtains and laid a heavy warm hand on his left shoulder. This decision of the Supreme ... He looked down into Mount Auburn Street. It was June and dusty. From the room below came the singsong of somebody playing Sweet and Low on the mandolin. And mother needn't know, and I'm in college ... see life. A man with white pants on ran across the street waving a tennis racket. Stoddard, on the Lampoon, knows all the chorines.
Cham, fully dressed in a tweed suit, stood before him with set lips, blinking his eyes to keep from crying.
"Fanshaw, I don't think you're any kind of a..."
"All right, I'll go, Cham, but I won't know what to say to them."
"Gee, that's great." Cham's face became cherubic with smiles. "Just act natural."
"Like when you have your photograph taken," said Fanshaw, laughing shrilly.
"Gee, you're a prince to do it.... I think Phoebe likes me.... It's just that I've never had a chance to get her alone."