The casting director seemed to know the wardrobe of each of the waiters, and would select the four quickly.
The gowns must be smart--it was at the country house of a rich New Yorker--and jewels and furs were not to be forgotten.

There might be two days' work.

The four fortunate ladies would depart with cheerful smiles.
The remaining waiters settled on the bench, hoping against hope for another call.
Among the waiting-room hopefuls Merton had come to know by sight the Montague family.

This consisted of a handsome elderly gentleman of most impressive manner, his wife, a portly woman of middle age, also possessing an impressive manner, and a daughter.

Mr.Montague always removed his hat in the waiting room, uncovering an abundant cluster of iron-gray curls above a noble brow.