I shall want all my wits.

We all shall." He fell upon his breakfast with the appetite but not the manners of a wolf.

Charolais went out of the room.

Victoire hovered about him, pouring out his coffee and putting sugar into it.
"By Jove, how good these eggs are!" he said.

"I think that, of all the thousand ways of cooking eggs, en cocotte is the best." "Heavens! how empty I was!" he said presently.