Mr. Sloane didn't enter into the conversation but lounged back haughtily in his chair; the woman said nothing either—until unexpectedly, after two highballs, she became cordial.
A trolley car and a number of bicycles had stopped, too. Pedestrians looked in surprise at the proud pigeon disturbing the traffic. Now it perched on the water tank of the bus, tilting its neck and lifting its head high.