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He paused, and then saw for the first time Ferrenby’s eyes, wearing a hungry look and watching him eagerly. Amory returned the gaze pointedly. “Watch my face, gentlemen, for the primitive emotions.” He tore it open and held the slip up to the light. “Well?” “Pink or blue?” “Say what it is.” “We’re all ears, Amory.” “Smile or swear—or something.” There was a pause... a small crowd of seconds swept by... then he looked again and another crowd went on into time. “Blue as the sky, gentlemen....” AFTERMATH What Amory did that year from early September to late in the spring was so purposeless and inconsecutive that it seems scarcely worth recording. He was, of course, immediately sorry for what he had lost. His philosophy of success had tumbled down upon him, and he looked for the rea