Its sweetness ebbed, and left a little grin about his shaven lips.

Behind the archway in the neighbouring room two waiters met, and in their nods and glances was that same unconscious sympathy, the same conscious grin.

And the old habitue thought: 'How long will it last ?'....

"Waiter, some coffee and my bill!" He had meant to go to the play, but he lingered instead to look at Mrs.
Bellew's white shoulders and bright eyes in the kindly mirror.

And he thought: 'Young days at present.