If it's on my account, sit right down and make yourself comfortable.

I don't mind; I dare say I've eaten in worse company." He went off growling, and I leaned back and stirred my coffee as leisurely as if I were killing time over a bit of crab in the Palace, waiting for my order to come.

Frosty, I observed, had also slowed down perceptibly; and so we "toyed with the viands" just like a girl in a story--in real life, I've noticed, girls develop full-grown appetites and aren't ashamed of them.

King went outside to wait, and I'm sure I hope he enjoyed it; I know we did.

We drank three cups of coffee apiece, ate a platter of fried fish, and took plenty of time over the bones, got into an argument over who was Lazarus with the fellow at the end of the table, and were too engrossed to eat a mouthful while it lasted.