"What's the matter of yer?" inquired Tom, suspecting the cause of the dandy's discomfort. "Be you sick?"
"It's enough to make one sick to sit at the table with you," answered the clerk.
"Why?"
"You are absolutely filthy. Don't you know any better than to come in where there are gentlemen?"
"I don't see any except him," said Tom, indicating Ben with his glance.
"This is really too much. Here, waiter!"
A waiter answered the summons.
"What is it, sir?"
"Just remove my plate to another table, will you?"
"Is anything the matter, sir?"