After the waiter received the orders and went, Ella put her hands on her lap and started to daydream again [STRIKE] to [/STRIKE] the [STRIKE]company[/STRIKE] accompaniment of a musician’s slow melody coming from the mezzanine across the dining hall.
"If I [STRIKE]can[/STRIKE] could marry [STRIKE]with[/STRIKE] him, I wonder what sort of (a) life I [STRIKE]had[/STRIKE] would have[STRIKE]? [/STRIKE]," she thought to herself. "To marry an Englishman and to live in England, who knows what a wonderful thing that could be.? But, let me see… he said that he is Irish, I think. Never mind, we would live in Dublin then. Probably it’s better than that Java Hell".
“Ella, would you like [STRIKE]to[/STRIKE] some wine?”
“Hmm?”
When Ella returned to the real world, saw that [STRIKE]reappearing[/STRIKE] the waiter had reappeared and was pouring wine into her sister’s and brother-in-law’s glasses.
“Where have you been [STRIKE]lost again[/STRIKE], honey?”