A woman in one of the other boats saw it all and gave the whole thing away.

A thing like that is regular murder, you know." Vandover shut his teeth against answering, and after a little Toby went on, willing to talk.
"You know, we've got a new man for the day-work down here now--George isn't here any more.

No, he's going to start a roadhouse out on the almshouse drive in a few months; swell place, you know.

I'll have him send you cards for the opening." Vandover ordered oysters, an omelette, and a pint of claret from the new waiter who did the day-work, and ate and drank the meal--the like of which he had not tasted since leaving Coronado--with delicious enjoyment.
He delayed over it long, taking a great pleasure in satisfying the demands of the animal in him.

The wine made him heavy, warm, stupid; he felt calm, soothed, and perfectly contented, and had to struggle against a desire to go to sleep where he was.