"Well, I am glad to know you are so successful. There was
somebody who recognized you last time you were here. Your
secret leaked out."
"Secret! Well, what difference does it all make? To possess a
talent like yours is a far greater success than to own a factory,
even if mine were the largest in the world."
He waved his hand deprecatingly
Our conversation was disturbed by a quarrel between two men at a
near-by table. I was at a loss to make out what it was all about.
Tevkin attempted to enlighten me, but I listened to him only
partly, being interested in the darts of the two belligerents. All I
could gather was that they were story-writers of two opposing
schools. I felt, however, that their hostility was based upon
professional jealousy rather than upon a divergence of artistic
ideals
Finally one of them paid his check and departed. Tevkin told me
more about them. He spoke of the one who stayed in the caf?
with admiration. "He's a real artist; some of his stories are perfect
gems," he said. "He's a good fellow, too.
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