A death-like paleness had overspread his face, and he appeared vainly to be trying to shut his staring and expressionless eyes.

The waiter took hold of his arm again.
"Never mind.

I'm all right." There were no customers in the room.

The scrub-man came nearer.
Shudder after shudder, seeming to come in waves, passed over Henry, but suddenly he became calm, and slowly he walked toward the rear end of the room.

The scrub-man moved forward and was at Henry's feet.