“He looks low. He is not as well dressed as our servants. It is very strange they should let him eat at an aristocratic hotel like this.”
“Isn’t he with that gentleman, ma?”
“It looks like it. He may be the gentleman’s servant. I really think it an imposition to bring him here.”
Mr. Spencer smiled.
Don’t mind it, Tony,” he said. “I know those people by sight. They are parvenus. I suppose you don’t understand the word. They are vulgar people who have become rich by a lucky speculation. They will change their tune presently. What will you have for breakfast?”
“There’s such a lot of things,” said Tony. “I don’t know what to choose.”
“You’ll get used to that. I’ll order breakfast for both.”
The waiter appeared, and Mr. Spencer gave the order.
The waiter looked uncomfortable.
Mr. Spencer,” he said, “it’s against the rules for you to bring your servant to the table with you.”