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I sat down at a table. Cohn was sitting there. Frances was dancing. Mrs.Braddocks brought up somebody and introduced him as Robert Prentiss. He was from New York by way of Chicago, and was a rising new novelist. He had some sort of an English accent. I asked him to have a drink.
"Thanks so much," he said, "I've just had one."
"Have another."
"Thanks, I will then."
We got the daughter of the house over and each had a 'fine a l'eau'.
"You're from Kansas City, they tell me," he said.
"Yes"
"Do you find Paris amusing?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
I was a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless.
"For God's sake, " I said, "yes. Don't you?"
"Oh, how charmingly you get angry,"he said. "I wish I had that faculty."
I got up and walked over to the dancing-floor. Mrs. Braddocks followed me. "Don't be cross with Robert," she said. "He's still only a child, you know".
"I wasn't cross," I said. "I just thought perhaps I was going to throw up."
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