Tom Sutton looked, and looked again, pulled his moustache, and called the waiter.
"I say," he protested, "there's a mistake here. We haven't had all this."
"Mistake, sir?" said the waiter. "No, dere vas no mistake, sir; I haf charge for dat gentleman all his two dinner. Dat gentleman always have two dinner sometimes. No mistake."
"Two dinners? Why"—
But at that moment Tom looked across the table, saw the Bounder's huge frame shaking with inward chuckles, which rose to a roar as their eyes met, and then he paid and said no more.
The Bounder was of course the Mentor who introduced me to Bower's. I was "up" for a day, and of course we "signified the same in the usual manner."
"Albert," said the Bounder, "bring me a glass of my port—from behind the glue-pot."
I said I would take the same, and put down half a crown.