Gambler and outcast as he was, there was a certain fastidiousness in him, and it did not seem fitting that a girl with a voice like the one he remembered should have to ask whether one would take pork or steak in a little fourth-rate hotel.
"Take them right along, Ailly," said the man next to him.

"Why don't you begin at the top where Potter's waiting ?" Then Courthorne looked around and for a moment; set his lips tight, while the girl would have dropped the tray had he not stretched out a hand and seized it.

A dark flush swept into her face and then as suddenly faded out of it, leaving her very pale.

She stood gazing at him, and the fingers of one hand quivered on the tray, which he still held.

He was, as it happened, the first to recover himself, and there was a little sardonic gleam in his eyes as he lifted down one of the plates.
"Well," he said, "I guess Potter will have to wait.