"No one is blaming you. Upon
my word, it sounds natural enough."
Louis' voice grew a little bolder.
"For some time I hesitated how to change it. Then one day I came here to
see my friend Giatron--we came together from Italy. I hand him the note. I
ask him please change. He give me the change and I stay to have a drink
with the head waiter, who is a friend of mine. Presently Giatron comes
out. He calls me into the office. Then I begin to tremble. He looks at me
and I tremble more.
"Then he knows that he have got me. Giatron's a very cruel man, Mr.
Bundercombe. He make hard terms. He made me give up my good place at
Luigi's. He made me come here and be his head man. He gives me half as
much as Luigi and there are no tips; besides which the place offends me
every moment of the day. The service, the food, the wines--everything is
cheap and bad. I take no pride in my work.
"I go to Giatron and I pray him to let me go. But not so! I know my work
well. He thinks that I will bring clients. Nowhere else could he get a
head man so good as I at the wages of a common waiter. So I stay here--a
slave!"
The man's story was finished. In a sense it seemed ordinary enough, and
yet both Eve and I felt a curious thrill of sympathy as he finished.
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