He had plunged an innocent man into the abyss; and he must draw him out, he alone, if no one would help him.

Old Tabaret, as well as the magistrate, was greatly fatigued.
On reaching the open air, he perceived that he, too, was in want of food.

The emotions of the day had prevented him from feeling hungry; and, since the previous evening, he had not even taken a glass of water.
He entered a restaurant on the Boulevard, and ordered dinner.
While eating, not only his courage, but also his confidence came insensibly back to him.

It was with him, as with the rest of mankind; who knows how much one's ideas may change, from the beginning to the end of a repast, be it ever so modest! A philosopher has plainly demonstrated that heroism is but an affair of the stomach.
The old fellow looked at the situation in a much less sombre light.

He had plenty of time before him! A clever man could accomplish a great deal in a month! Would his usual penetration fail him now?
Certainly not.