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Rh turned to the club. He had his opening speech all ready and it was annoying to have his scene delayed. He raged about, to keep his wrath hot, until she came. “Greeting,” she began; then saw his face, and added, “Jungle beast!”

“I’ll not stay here another day!” he cried.

“You saw the manager?”

“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 train-