"He asked me if the stuff was funny! He invited me to write a Jew play, and make a pot of money! He said 'Nix on the high-brow stuff,' and never heard of the feminist movement," he blurted out in one breath.
She sat down under the onslaught, trying to arrange her rebellious features.
" 'Nix on the high-brow stuff.' To me!" he repeated.
Bambi gave up. She rolled on the bed, and laughed.
Jarvis raged the room up and down. There was no gleam of humour in it for him. When her paroxysm had passed, she sat up and looked at him.
"Poor old Knight with the Broken Lance," she said. "It's tough, but it had to be done."
"What had to be done?"
"This morning's work. It was part of your training. You must know just what the situation is here, in the market-place."
"But there is no place for me here."
"After two days' failure, you give up?"