Old Habit lifted his hat, and passed.

With the same touching confidence in the Aurora that the Aurora had in him, he went straight to his corner, expressed no surprise at his welcome by the Madeira, and thereby apparently indicated that his appearance should enjoy a similar immunity.
As of old, he called 'Jonathan!' and was not to be disturbed till he did so.

Seeing that Jonathan smirked and twiddled his napkin, the old gentleman added, 'Thursday!' But Jonathan, a man, had not his mistress's keen intuition of the deportment necessitated by the case, or was incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature, for he continued to smirk, and was remarking how glad he was, he was sure, and something he had dared to think and almost to fear, when the old gentleman called to him, as if he were at the other end of the room, 'Will you order Thursday, or not, sir ?' Whereat Jonathan flew, and two or three cosy diners glanced up from their plates, or the paper, smiled, and pursued their capital occupation.
'Glad to see me!' the old gentleman muttered, querulously.

'Of course, glad to see a customer! Why do you tell me that?
Talk! tattle! might as well have a woman to wait--just!' He wiped his forehead largely with his handkerchief; as one whom Calamity hunted a little too hard in summer weather.
'No tumbling-room for the wine, too!' That was his next grievance.

He changed the pint of Madeira from his left side to his right, and went under his handkerchief again, feverishly.