As Maitland's eyes fell upon him, he could not prevent a start of shocked surprise.
"Why, Tony!" he exclaimed.

"What in all the world is wrong with you?
You are ill." Trembling, pale, obviously unstrung, Tony stood before him, his shifty eyes darting now at one face, then at the other, his hands restless, his whole appearance suggesting an imminent nervous collapse.
"Why, Tony, boy, what is wrong with you ?" repeated Maitland.

The kindly tone proved too much for Tony's self-control.

He gulped, choked, and stood speechless, his eyes cast down to the floor.
"Sit down, Tony," said Maitland.

"Give him a chair, Jack." But Jack said, "He doesn't need a chair.