Money to the extent of hundreds of thousands was set in motion.
Mrs.Cedarquist was busy from morning until night.

One after another, she was introduced to newly arrived fakirs.

To each poet, to each litterateur, to each professor she addressed the same question: "How long have you known you had this power ?" She spent her days in one quiver of excitement and jubilation.

She was "in the movement." The people of the city were awakening to a Realisation of the Beautiful, to a sense of the higher needs of life.
This was Art, this was Literature, this was Culture and Refinement.

The Renaissance had appeared in the West.
She was a short, rather stout, red-faced, very much over-dressed little woman of some fifty years.