Gray Youth — Oliver Onions

The Story of a Very Modern Courtship and a Very Modern Marriage...

Excerpt: ... "II. FATTT QTj' UNE PORTE" NOW that Cosimo was back in town again for the second time (he had stayed a week the first time, and had then departed again for Christmas, coming back the first week in the New Year) his manner puzzled Amory a little. Sometimes he seemed changed, sometimes (barring the hair) exactly as before. Sometimes he told Amory all about bis business, and sometimes seemed more than ordinarily interested in hers--almost as if he had her a little on his mind and would have liked to be rid of some responsibility. Then, hardly more than three weeks after the previous cutting, he got his hair cut again. It was cooler so, he said--this on a distinctly raw January day. The cutting altered his appearance surprisingly. Amory thought the change very much for the worse. The tendrilled clusters had "massed" so beautifully before; she had sometimes given them a light touch or two with her fingers, taking an aesthetic delight in the way they "came." He had reminded her a little of the Antinous. But now he reminded her of nothing save of a young human animal of the opposite sex. He wore starched white collars too, and went about in a hat.... On the other hand, he mended Amory's door so that it was no longer possible to intrude a hand and to slip the latch. It wasn't the thing, he said. What did it matter? Amory asked; but Cosimo only replied that he didn't like the idea at all. The door, however, gave way again; and this time Cosimo made a thorough job of it, taking it from its hinges and laying it on the floor while he screwed a stout batten on the back that remedied its warping once for all. This was late on a Saturday evening; in order to bring the bent door flush with the batten Amory had to sit down on one end of it; and the lamp stood on the floor b...