Because we have lost a treasure, there is no reason for starving.

For my part, I shall break my fast with white wine.

I feel unaccountably heated and thirsty to-day.

I can only attribute it to the shock of the discovery.
And yet, you will bear me out, I supported the emotion nobly.' The Doctor had now talked himself back into an admirable humour; and as he sat in the arbour and slowly imbibed a large allowance of white wine and picked a little bread and cheese with no very impetuous appetite, if a third of his meditations ran upon the missing treasure, the other two- thirds were more pleasingly busied in the retrospect of his detective skill.
About eleven Casimir arrived; he had caught an early train to Fontainebleau, and driven over to save time; and now his cab was stabled at Tentaillon's, and he remarked, studying his watch, that he could spare an hour and a half.

He was much the man of business, decisively spoken, given to frowning in an intellectual manner.