The waiter said: "One doesn't often get anything that's good these days, M'sieu." He stood looking at Kane, his hands hanging straight down by his sides.
There was something pathetic about him— something pathetic about the meagre but carefully tied black tie, the faded shirt front, the well-brushed but shiny dress suit.
Kane asked: "Do you like being a waiter?"
Veteria looked over his shoulder. He looked towards the hallway as if to make certain that no one could hear what he was going to say. Then he said:
"M'sieu, did you ever meet in the whole of your life a man who liked being a waiter? Is there such a fool as a man who would like to belong to a lost tribe?"
Kane grinned.
"Are waiters a lost tribe?" he asked.
Veteria said: "If a man could do anything else he would do it. No wait
