A second time he met the glance of another diner, a stout, puffy man, who breathed heavily while he ate.

Both men alike averted their eyes at once, and both looked towards a little wizened man, doubled up in his chair, who ate sparingly, and bore on his wrinkled face and bent form, the evidence of such a weight of care as few but kings and ministers ever know.
So absorbed was he that after one glance at Evasio Mon he lapsed again into his own thoughts.

The very manner in which he crumbled his bread and handled his knife and fork showed that his mind was as busy as a mill.

He was oblivious to his surroundings; had forgotten his companions.

His mind had more to occupy it than one brief lifetime could hope to compass.