“I was a famous artist before he was born.”
“Very likely, and had done good work. But this is not good work.”
“Sir!”
“My dear sir, don’t be offended. I don’t care for the age of any of my contributors. I know something of your famous successes, and I hope next time to approve and buy what you bring me.”
Mr. Radcliff seemed only half propitiated. He and Chester went out together.
“What is your name, boy?” asked the artist.
“Chester Rand.”
“I never heard of you.”
“I am only a beginner,” said Chester, modestly.
“You seem to have got in with Fleming.”