With his broad-brimmed hat in his hand, the professor, in fluent phraseology and a strong American accent, was making himself decidedly disagreeable.
"You had better send for your manager right away, young man," he declared.

"On Tuesday night he brought me here himself and I engaged this table for the week.

No, I tell you I won't have any other! I guess my order was good enough.

You send for Luigi right here.

You know who I am?
Professor Franklin's my name, from New York, and if I say I mean to have a thing, I expect to get it." For the first time he recognized Tavernake, and paused for a moment in his speech.
"Have I got your table, Professor ?" Tavernake asked, slowly.
"You have, sir," the professor answered.