They regarded each other for a moment in silence.
"Well ?" "Well ?" "Good Lord, Amory, where'd you get the black eye--and the jaw ?" Amory laughed.
"That's a mere nothing." He peeled off his coat and bared his shoulders.
"Look here!" Tom emitted a low whistle.
"What hit you ?" Amory laughed again.
"Oh, a lot of people.

I got beaten up.

Fact." He slowly replaced his shirt.

"It was bound to come sooner or later and I wouldn't have missed it for anything." "Who was it ?" "Well, there were some waiters and a couple of sailors and a few stray pedestrians, I guess.

It's the strangest feeling.