Forewarned.

Incidentally, if you feel an urge towards romancing, avoid the stairs, because the click of Brookie's wise and disillusioned fingers will shatter your moment. You may try the art room, the stairs and the halt—even the cafe as a locale for Romance or Argument, bat you will, of course, be hounded out of them all—and then you will ask brightly why there is no common common room, which may, or may not, provoke the raising of some amused or bitter eyebrow. And by and by you will find that through the din of a dance or the ribald flippancy of a debate it is possible to hang on to your intelligence and talk or to parade your charm and flirt. Anyway, there is always the cemetery—a promising site if explored with enterprise.

—E.M.B.