He absently arranged the food before him.

He could stare at leisure now.

All about him were the strongly marked faces of the film people, heavy with makeup, interspersed with hungry civilians, who might be producers, directors, camera men, or mere artisans, for the democracy of the cafeteria seemed ideal.
At the table ahead of his he recognized the man who had been annoyed one day by the silly question of the Montague girl.

They had said he was a very important director.

He still looked important and intensely serious.