"Yes, that I will if there's anything fit to eat.

I begin to feel as hungry as a hunter, and no wonder, for I am as hollow as a drum!" His nod was a sufficient answer.

M.du Tillet took his hat, opened the door, and bowed for Harry to precede him.
Harry hesitated, but believing it would be the polite way to do as he was told, returned the bow and went out.

The Frenchman put his hand on his shoulder, and they went down stairs together and took their seats in the salon, where his companion gave an order, and in two or three minutes a bowl of broth was placed before each of them.
It fully answered Harry's ideas as to the thinness of French soup, for it looked like dirty water with a few pieces of bread and some scraps of vegetables floating in it.

He was astonished at the piece of bread, nearly a yard long, placed on the table.