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Unwittingly
,
Ruth
herself
proved
his
point
that
she
worshipped
the
established
.
Martin
followed
the
processes
of
her
thoughts
,
but
forbore
to
go
farther
.
He
did
not
love
her
for
what
she
thought
of
Praps
and
Vanderwater
and
English
professors
,
and
he
was
coming
to
realize
,
with
increasing
conviction
,
that
he
possessed
brain
-
areas
and
stretches
of
knowledge
which
she
could
never
comprehend
nor
know
existed
.
In
music
she
thought
him
unreasonable
,
and
in
the
matter
of
opera
not
only
unreasonable
but
wilfully
perverse
.
"
How
did
you
like
it
?
"
she
asked
him
one
night
,
on
the
way
home
from
the
opera
.
It
was
a
night
when
he
had
taken
her
at
the
expense
of
a
month
’
s
rigid
economizing
on
food
.
After
vainly
waiting
for
him
to
speak
about
it
,
herself
still
tremulous
and
stirred
by
what
she
had
just
seen
and
heard
,
she
had
asked
the
question
.
"
I
liked
the
overture
,
"
was
his
answer
.
"
It
was
splendid
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
the
opera
itself
?
"
"
That
was
splendid
too
;
that
is
,
the
orchestra
was
,
though
I
’
d
have
enjoyed
it
more
if
those
jumping
-
jacks
had
kept
quiet
or
gone
off
the
stage
.
"
Ruth
was
aghast
.
"
You
don
’
t
mean
Tetralani
or
Barillo
?
"
she
queried
.
"
All
of
them
—
the
whole
kit
and
crew
.
"
"
But
they
are
great
artists
,
"
she
protested
.
