"Hustle it!" "Yes, sir." And the waiter bustled away with a great deal of motion that created a deceptive impression of speed.

Warham was helping himself to steak again when the coffee came a suspicious-looking liquid diffusing an odor of staleness reheated again and again, an under odor of metal pot not too frequently scoured.
Warham glanced at Susan's plate.

She had not disturbed the knife and fork on either side of it.

"Eat!" he commanded.

And when she gave no sign of having heard, he repeatedly sharply, "Eat, I tell you." She started, nervously took up the knife and fork, cut a morsel off the slice of steak.