The English Tourist made no Response, fearing that his Fellow-Traveler might be In Trade.
TOURIST
Then the One that waited on the Table did the Glide from behind a Screen.
She was very Pale, up to a certain Point.
Pausing about six feet from the English Tourist she looked resolutely at a Knot-Hole in the Floor and said:
"Beefsteakliverhamand."
"My Good Woman," said the Man from Stoke-on-Tritham, just as if he meant to Prorogue something. "I should like a Rasher of Bacon, and have it Jolly Well Done."
"Ain't got no Bacon," she replied, feeling of her Brooch.
"Dyuh-me! Then I should like some Boiled Eggs, and mind that they are Fresh."