He is not here for a visit.

You wanted to say something to him, did you not ?" Jack's dry, matter-of-fact and slightly contemptuous tone had an instant and extraordinary effect upon the wretched man beside him.
Instantly, Tony stiffened up.

His head went back, he cast a swift glance at Jack's face, whose smile, slightly quizzical, slightly contemptuous, appeared to bite into his vitals.

A hot flame of colour swept his pale and pasty face.
"I want a job, sir," he said, in a tone low and fierce, looking straight at Mr.Maitland.
Maitland, taking his cue from his son, replied in a quiet voice: "Can you hold a job ?" "God knows," said Tony.
"He does," replied Maitland, "but what about you ?" Tony stood for a few moments saying nothing, darting uncertain glances now and then at Jack, on whose face still lingered the smile which Tony found so disturbing.
"If you want work," continued Mr.Maitland, "and want to make it go, Tony, you can go with Jack.

He will give it to you." "Jack!" exclaimed Tony.