Stewards with drinks passed quickly in and out about them.
The Fusilier and his friend were just ordering something.

Peter opened his case and took out a cigarette, tapping it carefully before lighting it.

He began to feel at home and lazy and comfortable, as if he had been there before.
An orderly entered with envelopes in his hand.

"Lieutenant Frazer ?" he called, and looked round inquiringly.

There was no reply, and he turned to the next.