The short person received Milton's outburst with a faint smile.
"I've heard that before," he commented, "but I never had the pleasure of meeting any of those great unknown composers."
"That's because most of 'em is so bashful they ain't got sense enough to push themselves forward," Milton replied; "aber if you really want to meet one I could take you to-night yet to a café on Delancey Street where there is playing a trio which the pianist is something you could really call a genius."
"You don't tell me!" Elkan's neighbour cried. "Why, I should be delighted to go with you."
"How about it, Mr. Lubliner?" Milton asked. "Are you and Mrs. Lubliner agreeable to go downtown after the show to the café on Delancey Street? It's a pretty poor neighbourhood already."
Yetta smiled.
"Sure, I know," she said; "but it wouldn't be the first time me and Elkan was in Delancey Street."
"Then it's agreed that we're all going to hear the genius," Elkan's neighbour added. "I heard you call one another Jassy and Lubliner—it's hardly fair you shouldn't know my name too."
He felt in his waistcoat pocket and finally handed a visiting card to Elkan, who glanced at it hurriedly and with trembling fingers passed it on to his wife, for it was inscribed in old English type as follows:
| Mr. Joseph Kammerman |
| Fostoria Hotel |
| New York |