And then he goes up to the table with his coat of mail on and a napkin over his arm and waits for the order.
“‘Why, it’s Deering!’ says the young swell. ‘Hello, old man. What the———’
“‘Beg pardon, sir,’ interrupts the halberdier, ‘I’m waiting on the table.’
“The old man looks at him grim, like a Boston bull. ‘So, Deering,’ he says, ‘you’re at work yet.’
“‘Yes, sir,’ says Sir Percival, quiet and gentlemanly as I could have been myself, ‘for almost three months, now.’ ‘You have n’t been discharged during the time?’ asks the old man. ‘Not once, sir,’ says he, ‘though I’ve had to change my work several times.’
“‘Waiter,’ orders the girl, short and sharp, ‘another napkin.’ He brings her one, respectful.
“I never saw more devil, if I may say it, stirred up in a lady. There was two bright red spots on her cheeks, and her eyes looked exactly like a wildcat’s I’d seen in the zoo. Her foot kept slapping the floor all the time.
‘‘‘Waiter,’ she orders, ‘bring me filtered water without ice. Bring me a footstool. Take away this empty salt-cellar.’ She kept him on the jump. She was sure giving the halberdier his.
“There wasn’t but a few customers up in the slosh at that time, so I hung out near the door so I could help Sir Percival serve.
“He got along fine with the olives and celery and the bluepoints. They was easy. And then the consommé came up the dumb-waiter all in one big silver
