Behind her stood a waiter, of impassive countenance, who was adding up the figures on a check, his movement full of suggestion.
The dramatist understood the situation at once.

The young lady had ordered dinner, and, having eaten it, found that she could not pay for it.

It was, to say the least, a trite situation.

But what can a man do when a pretty woman approaches him and pleads for assistance?
So Warrington rose.
"What may the trouble be ?" he asked coldly, for all that he instantly recognized her to be a person of breeding and refinement.
"I--I have lost my purse, and I have no money to pay the waiter." She made this confession bravely and frankly.
He looked about.

They were alone.