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Shewasoffguard;shedidnotusuallyadmitthingsofthiskind."Look,"hesaidwearily,"Idon’twanttospoilyourparty.Butkeepthatmanawayfromme.Don’tcomearoundwithintroductions.Idon’twanttomeethim.Idon’tknowhowyou’llworkthat,butyou’reanexperthostess,soworkit."
DagnystoodstillwhenshesawFranciscoapproaching.Hebowedtoherashepassedby.Hedidnotstop,butsheknewthathehadstoppedthemomentinhismind.Shesawhimsmilefaintlyindeliberateemphasisofwhatheunderstoodanddidnotchoosetoacknowledge.Sheturnedaway.Shehopedtoavoidhimfortherestoftheevening.
BalphEubankhadjoinedthegrouparoundDr.Pritchett,andwassayingsullenly,"...no,youcannotexpectpeopletounderstandthehigherreachesofphilosophy.Cultureshouldbetakenoutofthehandsofthedollar-chasers.Weneedanationalsubsidyforliterature.Itisdisgracefulthatartistsaretreatedlikepeddlersandthatartworkshavetobesoldlikesoap."
"Youmean,yourcomplaintisthattheydon’tselllikesoap?"askedFranciscod‘Anconia.
Theyhadnotnoticedhimapproach;theconversationstopped,asifslashedoff;mostofthemhadnevermethim,buttheyallrecognizedhimatonce.
"Imeant—"BalphEubankstartedangrilyandclosedhismouth;hesawtheeagerinterestonthefacesofhisaudience,butitwasnotinterestinphilosophyanylonger.
"Why,hello,Professor!"saidFrancisco,bowingtoDr.Pritchett.
TherewasnopleasureinDr.