Thewaiterreappeared。
`Lookhere，yousir。Youquiteunderstandthattheyoungladydon\'trideto-day，andthatIdineattheyounglady\'s？\'
`Quiteso，sir！\'
Whenthewaiterhadfeltmyfastcoolingtea-potwiththepalmofhishand，andhadlookedimploringlyatme，andhadgoneout，Drummle，carefulnottomovetheshouldernextme，tookacigarfromhispocketandbittheendoff，butshowednosignofstirring。ChokingandboilingasIwas，Ifeltthatwecouldnotgoawordfurther，withoutintroducingEstella\'sname，whichIcouldnotenduretohearhimutter；andthereforeIlookedstonilyattheoppositewall，asiftherewerenoonepresent，andforcedmyselftosilence。Howlongwemighthaveremainedinthisridiculouspositionitisimpossibletosay，butfortheincursionofthreethrivingfarmers-laidonbythewaiter，Ithink-whocameintothecoffee-roomunbuttoningtheirgreat-coatsandrubbingtheirhands，andbeforewhom，astheychargedatthefire，wewereobligedtogiveway。
Isawhimthroughthewindow，seizinghishorse\'smane，andmountinginhisblunderingbrutalmanner，andsidlingandbackingaway。Ithoughthewasgone，whenhecameback，callingforalightforthecigarinhismouth，whichhehadforgotten。Amaninadustcoloureddressappearedwithwhatwaswanted-Icouldnothavesaidfromwhere:whetherfromtheinnyard，orthestreet，orwherenot-andasDrummleleaneddownfromthesaddleandlightedhiscigarandlaughed，withajerkofhisheadtowardsthecoffee-roomwindows，theslouchingshouldersandraggedhairofthisman，whosebackwastowardsme，remindedmeofOrlick。