He jabs at the gravel before him with a cheap cane, and glances sideways at Flo Bates, the young lady from the cash desk.
A girl at the next table was staring at her, and the girl in the cash desk by the door was staring, too.
At the cash desk (No. 56) she had to wait her turn in a disorderly queue before she could tender the bill and her five-pound note.
He was no longer interested in the trifling sum the guests from San Francisco would leave at his cash desk.
Victoria passed him quickly, caught up the stout man, entered the cash desk and took his bill.