She need not have worried--or rather she had more cause to worry than she knew.
Like it?
He loved it; he shouted with honest mirth from first to last.
And, when it was over-- "Say," he burst out, "that beats any musical comedy show hollow! _It's the funniest thing I ever see in my life!_" Henceforward that dear lady did not let her theories out in a cold world, but kept them safe in cotton wool under lock and key.
There are fakers in the Village--just as there are fakers everywhere else.

Only, of course, the ardour of new ideas which sincerely animates the Village does lend itself to all manner of poses.

And because of this a perfectly earnest movement will attract a number of superficial dilettanti who dabble in it until it is in disrepute.

And, vice versa, a crassly artificial fad will, by its novelty and picturesqueness, draw some of the real thinking people.

Such inconsistencies and discrepancies are bound to occur in any such mental crucible as Greenwich.