“Yes, sir.”
“Then I don’t admire your taste. Are you the landlord’s son?”
“No, sir.”
“You needn’t expect me to go in again.”
“No, sir, I won’t. I am sorry you were not pleased.”
“I shall have to go somewhere else and get a decent meal.”
“I wish I could,” thought Ben.
At twelve o’clock Ben felt hungry. His breakfast had been scanty and did not seem to have staying power.
“Can I have my dinner now?” he asked as he entered the restaurant.
“Yes.”