But Poppy was not there.
Passing through this brilliant scene into the back room beyond, he found her finishing her supper.
Poppy was not at all surprised to see him.

She addressed him as "Rickets," and invited him under that name to sit down and have some supper, too.
But Rickets did not want any supper.

He sat down at the clear end of the table, and looked on as in a dream.

And when Poppy had finished she came and sat by him on the clear end of the table, and made cigarettes, and drank champagne out of a little tumbler.
"Thought you might feel a little lonely over there, Ricky-ticky," said she.
Poppy was in spirits.

If she had yielded to the glad impulse of her heart, she would have stood on one foot and twirled the other over Ricky-ticky's head.