“You have not kept all your promises, my friend!—you told me you could give me fame!”

He looked at me curiously.

“Did I? Well,—and are you not famous?”

“No. I am merely notorious,” I retorted.

He smiled.

“The word fame, my good Geoffrey, traced to its origin means ‘a breath’—the breath of popular adulation. You have that—for your wealth.”

“But not for my work!”

“You have the praise of the reviewers!”

“What is that worth!”

“Everything!” he answered smiling—“In the reviewers’ own opinion!”