He produced sugar from a pocket.
"Help yourself, James," said the girl, and Jimmie poured coffee for himself.

They ate sandwiches as they drank.

Merton drew a little back from the fire.

The scent of the hot coffee threatened to make him forget he was not only a successful screen actor but a gentleman.
"Did you have to do it again ?" he asked.
"I had to do it twice again," said the girl from over her tin cup.
"They're developing the strips now, then they'll run them in the projection room, and they won't suit Sig one little bit, and I'll have to do it some more.

I'll be swimming here till daylight doth appear." She now shot that familiar glance of appraisal at Merton.