THE IVORY TOWER
tremendously in love that you won't be able to help yourself."
Graham just debated; he was all intelligence here. "Falling tremendously in love—the way you grands amoureux talk of such things!"
"Where do you find, my boy," Horton asked, "that I'm a grand amoureux?"
Well, Gray had but to consult his memory of their young days together; there was the admission, under pressure, that he might have confused the appearances. "They were at any rate always up and at you—which seems to have left me with the impression that your life is full of them."
"Every man's life is full of them that has a door or a window they can come in by. But the question's of yourself," said Haughty, "and just exactly of the number of such that you'll have to keep open or shut in the immense façade you'll now present."
Our young man might well have struck him as before all else inconsequent. "I shall present an immense façade?"—Gray, from his tone of surprise, to call it nothing more, would have thought of this for the first time.
But Horton just hesitated. "You've great ideas if you see it yourself as a small one."
"I don't see it as any. I decline," Gray remarked, "to have a façade. And if I don't I shan't have the windows and doors."
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