His tips were generous, and so long as he was punctual the waitress allowed nobody to use his chair.

The noise of the traffic in the street was softened to a faint rumble, the electric light was cleverly shaded, and his big chair was easy.

He got drowsy, but frowned when he began to nod.

The trouble was, he was often dull when he ought to be keen.

His doctor talked about the advantages of moderation, but when one got old one's pleasures were few and Cartwright liked a good meal.