But neither him nor Doctor Kirby spoke.
He stuck his cigarette into his mouth and turned sideways from Doctor Kirby, like he hadn't noticed him pertic'ler.

And he turns to the chairman.
"Will," he says.

And everybody listens.

You could see they all knowed him, and that they all respected him too, by the way they was waiting to hear what he would say to Will.

But they was all impatient and eager, too, and they wouldn't wait very long, although now they was hushing each other and leaning forward.
"Will," he says, very polite and quiet, "can I trouble you for a match ?" And everybody let go their breath.