'Good morning, said Paul.
'Good morning, sir, said the next.
'Good morning, said Paul.
'Good morning, sir, said the next.
'Oh, shut up, said Paul.
At this the boy took out a handkerchief and began to cry quietly.
'Oh, sir, came a chorus of reproach, 'you've hurt his feelings. He's very sensitive; it's his Welsh blood, you know; it makes people very emotional. Say "Good morning" to him, sir, or he won't be happy all day. After all, it is a good morning, isn't it, sir?
'Silence! shouted Paul above the uproar, and for a few moments things were quieter.
'Please, sir, said a small voice ‑ Paul turned and saw a grave‑looking youth holding up his hand ‑ 'please, sir, perhaps he's been smoking cigars and doesn't feel well.
'Silence! said Paul again.