She followed them
with the air of a "good girl "listening to a lecture by her mother or
teacher
"I don't agree with you at all," she would say, weakly, from time to
time, and resume listening with charming resignation
The noise made by the two brothers attracted several other
boarders. One of these was a slovenly-looking man of forty-five
who spoke remarkably good English with a very bad accent (far
worse than mine). That he was a Talmudic scholar was written all
over his face. By profession he was a photographer.
His name was Mendelson. He took a hand in our discussion, and it
at once became apparent that he had read more and knew more
than the bald-headed brothers. He was overflowing with withering
sarcasm and easily sneered them into silence
Miss Tevkin was happy. B.ut the slovenly boarder proved to be
one of those people who know what they do not want rather than
what they do. And so he proceeded, in a spirit of chivalrous
banter, to make game of her literary gods as well.
"You don't really mean to tell us that you enjoy an Ibsen play?" he
demanded.
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