One day Tom and Amory tried reciting their own and Lord Dunsany's poems to the music of Kerry's graphophone.
“Chant!” cried Tom. “Don't recite! Chant!”
Amory, who was performing, looked annoyed, and claimed that he needed a record with less piano in it. Kerry thereupon rolled on the floor in stifled laughter.
“Put on 'Hearts and Flowers'!” he howled. “Oh, my Lord, I'm going to cast a kitten.”
“Shut off the damn graphophone,” Amory cried, rather red in the face. “I'm not giving an exhibition.”
In the meanwhile Amory delicately kept trying to awaken a sense of the social system in D'Invilliers, for he knew that this poet was really more conventional than he, and needed merely watered hair, a smaller range of conversation, and a darker brown hat to become quite regular. But the liturgy o
