Each looked for the glass on his return, and found it empty.
"Those Greeks!" exclaimed the Goanese manager, with a fearful air, and shoulders shrugged to disclaim his own responsibility.
Coutlass and the other Greek were sitting at a table with a gorged look, glancing neither to the right nor left, yet not eating.

I looked at the railway official, who had not left his seat.

It struck me he was laughing silently, but he did not look up.

The crowd, after the manner of all crowds, stormed at the Goanese manager.
"What can I do?
What shall I do ?" wailed the unhappy little man.
"They are bigger than I! They were greedy! They took!" All those charges were evidently true, and stated mildly.

Coutlass rose to his feet.
"Gassharamminy!" he thundered, and his stomach stuck out over the table it was so full of various drinks.