The man regarded Amory quizzically....

Then the human voices fell faintly on his ear: "Thought you weren't drinking," remarked Axia sardonically, but her voice was good to hear; the whole divan that held the man was alive; alive like heat waves over asphalt, like wriggling worms....
"Come back! Come back!" Axia's arm fell on his.

"Amory, dear, you aren't going, Amory!" He was half-way to the door.
"Come on, Amory, stick 'th us!" "Sick, are you ?" "Sit down a second!" "Take some water." "Take a little brandy...." The elevator was close, and the colored boy was half asleep, paled to a livid bronze...

Axia's beseeching voice floated down the shaft.

Those feet...