That was all," and he added slowly, in a softer voice, "Yes, that was all." "Meanwhile you are forgetting your breakfast," said Dawson, as he rose.
"What will you have ?" Calder leaned ever so slightly forward with his eyes quietly resting on Durrance.

Durrance looked round the table, and then called the mess-waiter.

"Moussa, get me something cold," said he, and the waiter went back into the mess-room.

Calder nodded his head with a faint smile, as though he understood that here was a difficulty rather cleverly surmounted.
"There's tea, cocoa, and coffee," he said.

"Help yourself, Durrance." "Thanks," said Durrance.