"Get me some cream for my coffee, Dick.

Now I'll tell you," she continued, as the waiter disappeared.

"You will have to call that under-maitre d'hotel.

You had better give him a substantial tip and ask him quietly for their names.

Then I'll see about the rest." "That seems sensible enough," he admitted.
"And look here, Dick," she went on, "I know how impetuous you are.