He came to the conclusion that he had made a mistake about alluding to his clothes and his size.

He must try and behave more manly.

That opportunity seemed to be offered two hours later, when the stage stopped at a wayside hotel or restaurant.
Two or three passengers had got down to refresh themselves at the bar.
His right and left hand neighbors were, however, engaged in a drawling conversation on the comparative merits of San Francisco sandhill and water lots; the jocular occupants of the middle seat were still engrossed with the lady.

Clarence slipped out of the stage and entered the bar-room with some ostentation.

The complete ignoring of his person by the barkeeper and his customers, however, somewhat disconcerted him.
He hesitated a moment, and then returned gravely to the stage door and opened it.
"Would you mind taking a drink with me, sir ?" said Clarence politely, addressing the farmer-looking passenger who had been most civil to him.
A dead silence followed.