“Well, sir, what can I do for you?” asked the man of Matt.
“If you are not too busy I would like to show you some goods which are both good and very cheap,” returned Matt, as easily as he could, and without waiting for a reply he unrolled his package of samples, and placed them upon the desk.
“And is that what you called me downstairs for?” cried the proprietor of the restaurant, in a rage. “Make me throw down a good hand at cards just to 83 look at a lot of tin knives and forks! You peddlers are getting more bold every day. The police ought to sit down on every one of you!”
“I am sorry if I disturbed your leisure,” returned Matt, as mildly as he could. “But, I thought——”
“You thought you would just like to cheat me into buying a lot of your trash,” finished the restaurant proprietor. “Well, you can’t do anything of the kind, and you can take that for your impudence!”
And hastily gathering up the package of samples, the restaurant keeper walked to the open doorway and flung knives, forks and spoons into the muddy gutter!