"No, I have it," she said, laughing. "Do sit down, else nobody can answer for the consequences."
She half pushed him into his chair, where he fell to warming his hands contemplatively.
"Well?" she said after a pause. "I thought you had an idea."
"Yes, yes," he said, rousing himself. "The subject we were just discussing—Art."
"But there is nothing Jewish about art."
"All noble work has its religious aspects. Then there are Jewish artists."
"Oh yes! your contemporaries do notice their exhibits, and there seem to be more of them than the world ever hears of. But if I went to a gathering for you how should I know which were Jews?"
"By their names, of course."
"By no means of course. Some artistic Jews have forgotten their own names."
"That's a dig at Sidney."