'Look lively, and get us something to eat,' said Michel, meaning to be cheerful and self-possessed.

'We left Basle at five, and have not eaten a mouthful since.' It was now nearly four o'clock, and the bread and cheese which had been served with the wine on the top of the mountain had of course gone for nothing.
Madame Voss immediately began to bustle about, calling the cook and Peter Veque to her assistance.

But nothing for a while was said about Marie.

Urmand, trying to look as though he were self-possessed, stood with his back to the stove, and whistled.

For a few minutes, during which the bustling about the table went on, Michel was wrapped in thought, and said nothing.