"Isn't he refreshing?" she remarked. "I've thought for two weeks in terms of managers. They fill the universe. They are the gods. Their nod is life or death, and now my nearest relative says, 'What is Belasco?' "
"It's a sort of meat sauce, isn't it?"
Consternation on both their faces, then an outburst from Bambi.
"No, no! That's tabasco, you dear, blessed innocent."
"Belasco is one of the leading managers in New York, Professor," explained Jarvis, patiently. "He is as well known as Pierpont Morgan or Theodore Roosevelt."
"Indeed! Well, I am not surprised at my ignorance. I have no interest in present-day drama. It is degenerate mush."
"Have you seen anything, since 'Uncle Tom's Cabin'?" Jarvis inquired.
"I have seen 'The Second Mrs. Tanqueray,' " he replied conclusively.
"That was considered strong meat in its day, but now we have 'Damaged Goods,' " mused Jarvis.
"And what are 'Damaged Goods'?" inquired the Professor.