“Here! hi! waiter! quick!” said another. “Mulled port for me. Quick, for your life! I’m almost frozen to death!”
“Port, sir? Yes, sir. Mulled, sir? Thank’ee, sir.”
Off he went; but the bell was rung violently again.
“Here! hi! waiter!”
“Come here, lad!”
“I want you, do you hear?”
“Serve me first.”
“No; I gave my order first.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Spiced ale.”