He rang for the porter.

"Bring that bottle," he said.

Then, as an afterthought of "appearances," "And the soda and a glass." "I can get you another, sir," said the porter.
"No--that one," ordered Ross.
Behind the returning porter came Theresa.

"Can't I do something for you, dear?
Rub your head, or fix the pillows ?" Ross did not look at her.

"Do, please--fix the pillows," he said.