"They are anarchists, vandals!"
"Possibly, but if they are necessary to the development of a bigger art expression——"
"They ought to work in secret, and exhibit in the dark."
"No, no! We have to be prepared for it. Our old standards have got to go."
"I feel as medieval as the Professor. I never really understood him before."
"We ought to bring him here."
"I think it would kill him," Bambi answered.
They spent a couple of hours, and then went back to the club. For some reason the Cubists had stirred Jarvis deeply. He divined something new and sincere, where Bambi felt only pose and degeneracy.
"When you think of that awful street, and 'Damaged Goods,' and that exhibit of horrors, all in two days, I don't wonder I feel like an old, old woman," she said.
"Suppose we stay in to-night? There is some kind of special meeting announced here, to discuss the drama. We might go in for a little while."