Why should he be so upset by a trifling accident?
He could afford to pay for the breakage; he would laugh at dismissal.

Was it the sensitiveness of a refined nature, or--he was young and good-looking--was he disconcerted by the fact that our handsome neighbor had witnessed his awkwardness?
But she was not laughing, and, as far as I could see, was intently regarding the bill of fare.
"Waiter!" called her companion, hailing Tournelli.

"Here!" The Italian, with a face now distinctly white, leaned over the table, adjusting the glasses, but did not reply.
"Waiter!" repeated the stranger, sharply.

Tournelli's face twitched, then became set as a mask; but he did not move.

The stranger leaned forward and pulled his apron from behind.