They had been discussing, of all things in the world, the futurist craze in painting.

Hart held by it, but Grant carried bigger guns in real knowledge of the artist's limitations as well as his privileges.
Hart was the first to notice the newcomer's presence, and greeted him joyously.
"Come along, Robinson, and manacle this reprobate," he shouted.

"He's nothing but a narrow-minded pre-Rafaelite.

A period in prison will dust the cobwebs out of his attic." "Hello, Robinson!" said, Grant.

"Anything stirring ?" "Not much, sir.