A moment and he came back to resume his seat and read the paper.

When the waiter flopped down the steak and the dish of greasily fried potatoes before his plate, he stuffed the paper in his pocket, cut a slice of the steak and put it on the plate.

The waiter noisily exchanged it for the empty plate before Susan.

Warham cut two slices of the steak for himself, took a liberal helping of the potatoes, pushed the dish toward her.
"Do you want the coffee now, or with the pie ?" asked the waiter.
"Now," said Warham.
"Coffee for the young lady, too ?" Warham scowled at her.

"Coffee ?" he demanded.
She did not answer; she did not hear.
"Yes, she wants coffee," said Warham.