"Unless you starve to death," she supplemented with an expressive moue.
"I daresay you'll find a quantity of tinned meats and vegetables in the storehouse, my lady.

You can't starve until the supply gives out.
American tinned meats," vouchsafed Mr.Bowles with his best English grimace.
"Come along, Aggy," said her liege lord resignedly.

"Let's have a look about the place." Mr.Saunders met them at the grand entrance.

He announced that four of the native servants had been found, dead drunk, in the wine cellar.
"They can't move, sir.

We thought they were dead." "Keep 'em in that condition, for the good Lord's sake," exclaimed Deppingham.