"Everything to your satisfaction, is it, ladies?"
"Oh, yes, it is!"
"--And thank-you so much for asking, Mister Fawlty!"
Beaming -- just the same as he had before, triumphant, with your Nigella across the register -- Mister Fawlty meanders near enough other luncheoners that some of them raise their coffee cups, expecting he should re-fill them.
But he is lost in his own moment -- "A little courtesy is all anyone might ask --."
Underneath Mister Fawlty's sermon on the state of Empire, you can just make out the ladies murmuring behind your right ear --
"But he is vital to our efforts."
"This is a lovely bit of ham."
"Oh, it is, Dear -- and Danish, I believe Connie said."
You order the ham -- as excuse for striking up a conversation with these mysterious old ladies.
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