Better let her go." "Let him take care of her, then!" shouted Amory furiously.

"I'm no W.Y.
C.A.worker, am I ?--am I ?" "Let her go!" "It's _her_ hanging on, damn it! Let her hang!" The crowd around the table thickened.

For an instant a brawl threatened, but a sleek waiter bent back Margaret Diamond's fingers until she released her hold on Amory, whereupon she slapped the waiter furiously in the face and flung her arms about her raging original escort.
"Oh, Lord!" cried Amory.
"Let's go!" "Come on, the taxis are getting scarce!" "Check, waiter." "C'mon, Amory.

Your romance is over." Amory laughed.
"You don't know how true you spoke.

No idea.