In rather incongruous contrast to the elegance and luxurious refinement of the scene was the conduct of one individual, who, although he had a crown on his head, was rushing about with an apron on and a napkin under his arm, carrying dishes and bottles in all directions.
WEIGHTY.
“Waiter!” shouted a voice on one side.
The King. “Yessir.”
“Four sausage rolls, a hice, and three pops.”
The King. “Yessir.”
“Waiter!” cried another.
The King. “Yessir.”
“Two ’alfs ’alf-and-’alf, an’ ’alf a sandwich.”