He loved the changing panorama of the street--to see and be seen as he dined.
"Now," he said, getting Carrie and himself comfortably settled, "what will you have ?" Carrie looked over the large bill of fare which the waiter handed her without really considering it.

She was very hungry, and the things she saw there awakened her desires, but the high prices held her attention.
"Half broiled spring chicken--seventy-five.

Sirloin steak with mushrooms--one twenty-five." She had dimly heard of these things, but it seemed strange to be called to order from the list.
"I'll fix this," exclaimed Drouet.

"Sst! waiter." That officer of the board, a full-chested, round-faced negro, approached, and inclined his ear.
"Sirloin with mushrooms," said Drouet.

"Stuffed tomatoes." "Yassah," assented the negro, nodding his head.
"Hashed brown potatoes." "Yassah." "Asparagus." "Yassah." "And a pot of coffee." Drouet turned to Carrie.