“«Oh, you're different—I think of Princeton as being lazy and good-looking and aristocratic—you know, like a spring day. Harvard seems sort of indoors—»
«And Yale is November, crisp and energetic,» finished Monsignor.
«That's it.» They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
«I was for Bonnie Prince Charlie,» announced Amory.
«Of course you were—and for Hannibal—» «Yes, and for the Southern Confederacy.» He was rather sceptical about being an Irish patriot—he suspected that being Irish was being somewhat common—but Monsignor assured him that Ireland was a romantic lost cause and Irish people quite charming, and that it should, by all means, be one of his principal biasses.”