There was nothing more to say.

A smile stole over Harry's face, and broke into a frank laugh.

The Frenchman smiled, put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and said: "Brave garcon!" and Harry felt they were friends.
M.du Tillet's face bore an expression of easy good temper.

He wore a wig with long curls; he had a soldier's bearing, and a scar on his left cheek; his complexion was dark and red, his eyebrows black and bushy.

After a pause he said: "Are you hungry ?" and then put imaginary food to his mouth.
"You mean will I eat anything ?" Harry translated.