I could guess how many times in a day he had to meet ambitious, struggling artists.
"So you're here looking for a shop, hey ?" he said, turning to me.

His manner was still pleasant enough, but much of his effusive cordiality had vanished.

But I was not to be cast down.

"What's your line ?" "Scotch comedian," I said.

"I----" He raised his hand, and laughed.
"Stop right there--that's done the trick! You've said enough.