Traddles ran his greasy hands through his hair, and stood it bolt upright, and stared in confusion on the table-cloth.

As for me, I was a mere infant at the head of my own table; and hardly ventured to glance at the respectable phenomenon, who had come from Heaven knows where, to put my establishment to rights.
Meanwhile he took the mutton off the gridiron, and gravely handed it round.

We all took some, but our appreciation of it was gone, and we merely made a show of eating it.

As we severally pushed away our plates, he noiselessly removed them, and set on the cheese.

He took that off, too, when it was done with; cleared the table; piled everything on the dumb-waiter; gave us our wine-glasses; and, of his own accord, wheeled the dumb-waiter into the pantry.