The waiters were getting tired, and very bored. The Head Waiter came again and pushed the bill on a plate, neatly folded, under Pappy’s eyes. What’s this? said Pappy. Somebody want my autograph? Who’s got a pencil? Anyone got a pencil so that I can sign my autograph? The waiter coughed. He avoided Celia’s eyes. It’s the bill, Pappy, whispered Celia. The waiter wants you to pay the bill.