'I suppose you're not going, Charley ?' said he.
'Oh yes, I am,' said Charley, 'in about two hours.' 'Two hours! well, good night, old fellow, for I'm off.

Three cigars, Mrs.Davis, and two goes of gin and water, the last cold.' Then, having made this little commercial communication to the landlady, he gave another yawn, and took himself away.

Mrs.
Davis opened her little book, jotted down the items, and then, having folded up her stockings, and put them into a basket, prepared herself for conversation.
But, though Mrs.Davis prepared herself for conversation, she did not immediately commence it.

Having something special to say, she probably thought that she might improve her opportunity of saying it by allowing Charley to begin.

She got up and pottered about the room, went to a cupboard, and wiped a couple of glasses, and then out into the bar and arranged the jugs and pots.