Three times Heise passed his plate for more roast goose.
Mr.Sieppe devoured the calf's head with long breaths of contentment; McTeague ate for the sake of eating, without choice; everything within reach of his hands found its way into his enormous mouth.
There was but little conversation, and that only of the food; one exchanged opinions with one's neighbor as to the soup, the egg-plant, or the stewed prunes.

Soon the room became very warm, a faint moisture appeared upon the windows, the air was heavy with the smell of cooked food.

At every moment Trina or Mrs.Sieppe urged some one of the company to have his or her plate refilled.

They were constantly employed in dishing potatoes or carving the goose or ladling gravy.

The hired waiter circled around the room, his limp napkin over his arm, his hands full of plates and dishes.