No point-blank questions were asked about his religion, but he could by no means persuade his customers to give him even a small order.

Every shop-window was filled with goods placarded ostentatiously as 'made in Robeen.' Every counter had tweeds, blankets, and flannels from the same factory.

No one was in the least uncivil to him, and no one assigned any plausible reason for refusing to deal with him.

He was simply bowed out as quickly as possible from every shop he entered.
He returned home disgusted and irritated, and told his tale to his employer.

Mr.Quinn recognised the danger that threatened him.