“Oh, you’d be married to all of us. We’d keep you busy.”
“The idea is appalling. A harem of misfits.”
“We’d be good for your character.”
“And death to my work.”
“You’d know more about life when you had taken a course of us.”
“Too much knowledge is a dangerous thing,” he remarked. “Shall we get off and go into the Library?”
“Not to-day. That’s part of your day. I want just people and things in mine.”
“What are you to-day?” he inquired.
“An houri, a soulless houri,” she retorted.
As they approached the University Club, Jarvis recognized it with scorn.
“Monument to the stupidity of modern education, probably full this minute of provincials from Harvard and Yale, all smugly resting in the assurance that they are men of culture.”
“I adore the way you demolish worlds,” Bambi sparkled up at him.
“Another monument,” he remarked, indicating a new church lifting its spires among the money-changers’ booths.
