"Good! I'll play up with my best amateur theatrical manner," he responded, as they entered the garden. "This is the arithmetical garden," he said "It's true. Why, it's just like an 'Alice in Wonderland' experience, coming into something I have known in some other state of consciousness." "Oh, yes, it's true. That's all I am, a sort of a camera." "What a picture-book house!" he added. "It's just right for you." As they went into the screened porch Jarvis arose, slowly, from the hammock. Mr. Strong stopped, really amazed, as the splendid figure, with its Apollo head, advanced. Bambi, too, was struck with some new alive quality in Jarvis that was compelling. "This is Mr. Strong, Jarvis." The two men measured each other swiftly. "I am glad to meet you," said Jarvis, with determined politeness. "Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet Mrs. Jocelyn's husband." Bambi laughed. "Mrs. Jocelyn's husband is a new rôle for Jarvis," said she. "I understand you and Mrs. Jocelyn are old friends," said Jarvis, perfunctorily. "We are indeed old and dear friends." "It has been some years since you met?" "Yes, although I couldn't realize it this morning. There is a vivid quality about Mrs. Jocelyn which makes it impossible to forget anything about her. Don't you think so?" Jarvis looked at Bambi, who grinned. "Do you find me vivid, Jarvis?" "You are certainly highly coloured." "Ugh! That sounds like a Sunday supplement." Conversation limped along like a tired cab horse. Even Bambi could not prod it into a semblance of life. Besides, she was choked with laughter at the picture of Jarvis sitting up, during his sacred work hours, full of bromides and manners. A discussion of New York almost released him. He thundered against modern cities with force. New York, discovered to be the home of Strong, became anathema to his host. It was the Goliath of Tyranny, Wealth, Degeneration, against which, David-like, he aimed his sling. Strong led him on, interested in his personality. "Mrs. Jocelyn does not share your opinion of New York?" "There are many of my opinions in which Mrs. Jocelyn does not share." "Fortunately. Same opinions ought to constitute grounds for divorce," said Bambi. "I understand you write plays, Mr. Jocelyn?" "I do." "You will have to endure New York, now and again, I suppose, when you begin to produce." "We have formed a partnership," Bambi interpolated. "He writes and I sell." "You are a lucky man," Strong complimented him. Jarvis ignored the remark. Strong wondered why on earth Bambi had married him. He was wonderful to look at, but his manners were impossible. If he was in love with her, he disguised it successfully. The entrance of the Professor saved the situation. "This is Mr. Strong, Professor. My father, Professor Parkhurst."