National Gallery, London/ Art Institute of Chicago/ Yale University, 324 pp., $50.00
A week after his dismaying evening with Degas in June 1907,[1] Count Harry Kessler was back again for dinner in Vollard's cellar, to meet one of those artists with whom Degas was no longer on speaking terms: Renoir. Eight years before, in 1899, the two old men had been good friends: they had both fallen in love with the same Cézanne watercolor, at Vollard's, and had drawn lots to determine who should buy it. Degas had won. In November the same year, Renoir, feeling the pinch, had decided to sell a Degas pastel he had acquired from the Caillebotte estate. Degas had sent him a letter of such impertinence that the falling out had been for good.
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