They chatted personalities for a while.
“Seems ages since we left home, doesn’t it?”
“Yes. Big mental experiences obliterate time.”
“The Professor has forgotten to write, of course.”
“He has probably forgotten us.”
“Oh, no!”
“I feel that I am getting rather well acquainted with you,” he nodded and smiled.
“How do you like me, now that you have met me?” she teased.
“You are an interesting specimen oversensitized.”
“Jarvis!” she protested. “I sound like a Cubist picture.”
After dinner they drifted with the crowd into the art gallery, where they talked to several people who introduced themselves. It was very friendly and social. The lecturer they had heard in the morning was there. Jarvis went to speak to him, and brought him back to Bambi. She found him jolly and responsive. She even dared to twit him about his feminine audience.
People seated themselves in groups, and finally a chairman made some remarks about the Modern Drama and invited a discussion. A dramatic critic made cynical comment on the so-called “uplift
