"A man of business you are, eh?
Then wot did you come 'ere for ?" "I was out all night, and I needed a breakfast in order to strengthen me to find work.

That is why I came here." "A nice thing to do," he went on in the same sneering manner.

"A man with business shouldn't come 'ere.

You've tyken some poor man's breakfast 'ere this morning, that's wot you've done." Which was a lie, for every mother's son of us had come in.
Now I submit, was this Christian-like, or even honest ?--after I had plainly stated that I was homeless and hungry, and that I wished to look for work, for him to call my looking for work "business," to call me therefore a business man, and to draw the corollary that a man of business, and well off, did not require a charity breakfast, and that by taking a charity breakfast I had robbed some hungry waif who was not a man of business.
I kept my temper, but I went over the facts again, and clearly and concisely demonstrated to him how unjust he was and how he had perverted the facts.

As I manifested no signs of backing down (and I am sure my eyes were beginning to snap), he led me to the rear of the building where, in an open court, stood a tent.