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he would have been perfectly happy.

Soon the examinations were over, and the underclassmen began to depart. Goodbye to all his friends who were not seniors. Goodbye to Norry Parker. “Thanks for the congratulations, old man. Sorry I can’t visit you this summer. Can’t you spend a month with me on the farm⁠ ⁠… ?” Goodbye to his fraternity brothers except the few left in his own delegation. “Goodbye, old man, goodbye.⁠ ⁠… Sure, I’ll see you next year at the reunion.” Goodbye.⁠ ⁠… Goodbye.⁠ ⁠…

Sad, this business of saying goodbye, damn sad. Gee, how a fellow would miss all the good old eggs he had walked with and drunk with and bulled with these past years. Good eggs, all of them⁠—damn good eggs.⁠ ⁠… God! a fellow couldn’t appreciate college until he was about to leave it. Oh, for a chance to live those four years over again. “Would I live them differently? I’ll say I would.”

Goodbye, boyhood.⁠ ⁠… Commencement was coming. Hugh hadn’t thought before of what that word meant. Commencement! The beginning. What was he going to do with this commencement of his into life? Old Pudge was going to law school and so was Jack Lawrence. George Winsor was going to medical school. But what was he going to do? He felt so pathetically unprepared. And then there was Cynthia.⁠ ⁠… What was he going to do about her? She rarely left his mind. How could he tackle life when he couldn’t solve the problem she presented? It was like trying to run a hundred against fast men when a fellow had only begun to train.

Henley had advised him to take a year or so at Harvard if his father proved willing, and his father was more than willing, even eager. He guessed that he’d take at least a year in Cambridge. Perhaps he could find himself in that year. Maybe he could learn to write. He hoped to God he could.

Just before commencement his relations with Cynthia came to a climax. They had been constantly becoming more complicated. She was demanding nothing of him, but her letters were tinged with despair. He felt at last that he must see her. Then he would know whether he loved her or not. A year before she had said that he didn’t. How did she know? She had said that all he felt for her was sex attraction. How did she know that? Why, she had said that was all that she felt for him. And he had heard plenty of fellows argue that love was nothing but sexual attraction anyway, and that all the stuff the poets wrote was pure bunk. Freud said something like that, he thought, and Freud knew a damn sight more about it than the poets.

Yet, the doubt remained. Whether love was merely sexual attraction or not, he wanted something more than that; his every instinct demanded something more. He had noticed another thing: the fellows that weren’t engaged said that love was only sexual attraction; those who were engaged vehemently denied it, and Hugh knew that some of the engaged men had led gay lives in college. He could not reach any decision; at times he was sure that what he felt for Cynthia was love; at other times he was sure that it wasn’t.

At last in desperation he telegraphed to her that he was coming to New York and that she should meet him at Grand Central at three o’clock the next day. He knew that he oughtn’t to go. He would be able to stay in New York only a little more than two hours because his father and mother would arrive in Haydensville the day following, and he felt that he had to be there to greet them. He damned himself for his impetuousness all during the long trip, and a dozen times he wished he were back safe in the Nu Delta house. What in hell would he say to Cynthia, anyway? What would he do when he saw her? Kiss her? “I won’t have a damned bit of sense left if I do.”

She was waiting for him as he came through the gate. Quite without thinking, he put down his bag and kissed her. Her touch had its old power; his blood leaped. With a tremendous effort of will he controlled himself. That afternoon was all-important; he must keep his head.

“It’s sweet of you to come,” Cynthia whispered, clinging to him, “so damned sweet.”

“It’s damned good to see you,” he replied gruffly. “Come on while I check this bag. I’ve only got a little over two hours, Cynthia; I’ve got to get the five-ten back. My folks will be in Haydensville tomorrow morning, and I’ve got to get back to meet them.”

Her face clouded for an instant, but she tucked her arm gaily in his and marched with him across the rotunda to the checking counter. When Hugh had disposed of his bag, he suggested that they go to a little tea room on Fifty-seventh Street. She agreed without argument. Once they were in a taxi, she wanted to snuggle down into his arm, but she restrained herself; she felt that she had to play fair.

Hugh said nothing. He was trying to think, and his thoughts whirled around in a mad, drunken dance. He believed that he would be married before he took the train back, at least engaged, and what would all that mean? Did he want to get married? God! he didn’t know.

When at last they were settled in a corner of the empty tearoom and had given their order, they talked in an embarrassed fashion about their recent letters, both of them carefully quiet and restrained. Finally Hugh shoved his plate and cup aside and looked straight at her for the first time. She was thin, much thinner than she had been a year ago, but there was something sweeter about her, too; she seemed so quiet, so gentle.

“We aren’t going to get anywhere this way, Cynthia,” he said desperately. “We’re both evading.

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