This had ever the effect of causing him to swell to monstrous proportions in the histrionic line.

Asking the waiter carelessly for some light supper dish, he suggested the various French, with 'not that ?' and the affable naming of another.

'Nor that?
Dear me, we shall have to sup on chops, I believe!' Evan saw the chairman scrutinizing Raikes, much as he himself might have done, and he said: 'Bread and cheese for me.' Raikes exclaimed: 'Really?
Well, my lord, you lead, and your taste is mine!' A second waiter scudded past, and stopped before the chairman to say: 'If you please, sir, the gentlemen upstairs send their compliments, and will be happy to accept.' 'Ha!' was the answer.

'Thought better of it, have they! Lay for three more, then.

Five more, I guess.' He glanced at the pair of intruders.
Among a portion of the guests there had been a return to common talk, and one had observed that he could not get that 'Good Evening,' and 'Good Night,' out of his head which had caused a friend to explain the meaning of these terms of salutation to him: while another, of a philosophic turn, pursued the theme: 'You see, when we meets, we makes a night of it.