"Why should we not take?
Who isn't thirsty in this hell of a place?
Who leaves good drink deserves to lose it!" "What shall I do ?" wailed the Goanese manager.
"Take the orders for drinks again," said the railway man, glancing up from his figures.

"Bring the account to me." The waiters ran to fill orders, and a babel of abuse at the second table was hurled at Coutlass and his friends; but they did not leave the table because there was another course to come, and, as the manager had said, they were greedy.

Then in came the guard, his face a blood-and-smudgy picture of discontent.
"Say!" he yelled.

"Ain't I goin' to get those two first-classes on trays ?" He came and stood by us.

"Did you ever 'ear the likes of it?
They swear neither of 'em was out of the compartment.