The smell of food provoked his appetite and he ordered an elaborate meal.

When it came he could not eat it.

But two or three glasses of champagne revived him temporarily, long enough for him to note the chilling contempt with which the other diners in the room regarded him.

After indulging in a long volley of profanity, his mood underwent another change.

He grew morose, introspective, self-pitying.
"Nobody cares for me!" he whined.