IV.
Basil had dinner at the Taft with Jobena Dorsey and her brother George. The Varsity had won at Princeton and the college was jubilant and enthusiastic; as they came in, a table of freshmen by the door gave Basil a hand.
“You’re getting very important,” Jobena said.
A year ago Basil had thought for a few weeks that he was in love with Jobena; when they next met he knew immediately that he was not.
“And why was that?” he asked her now, as they danced. “Why did it all go so quick?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Because I let it go.”
“You let it go?” he repeated. “I like that!”
“I decided you were too young.”
“Didn’t I have anything to do with it?”
She shook her head.
“That’s what Bernard Shaw says,” Basil admitted thoughtfully. “But I thought it was just about older pe
