Yes.
And you said you didn't do anything interesting! Why, you're the talk of the whole of New York! I saw your piece myself. You certainly can write 'em.
That's what I told you I do as well as I can.
Well, I guess you do it a whole lot better'n that. Abel Morris's enthusiasm was mounting. You're famous! Why, everybody's talking about. The Stafford Will Case, even the barbers and the bellhops in the hotels. Everybody! I guess your name will go down to posterity all right, and how!
Ambrose sensed a curious emotional inflection in Abel Morris's voice.
I don't know much about posterity or care much either, Ambrose countered.
Don't say that! You know you care! You know fame means a lot to you! It must. Why, you've got something to leave, to leave to the world after you're gone. That's the great thing, to be able to say: Well, I guess they won't forget me!
Ambrose did not believe that Abel Morris would understand if he explained to him that he would prefer to remain anonymous, that he would be delighted if the world had never become aware of the identity of the author of The Stafford Will Case. He
