I'm starved.

I'll be back in five minutes and then we'll get a real supper down in the kitchen." "Yes, all three of us," agreed Mary.
Jack picked up his bag.

Frantically Mrs.De Peyster tried to think of some way of holding him back from a possible damnatory encounter with Matilda upon the stairway.

But she could think of nothing.

Jack went out.
Mary ordered Mrs.De Peyster into a chair, and sat down facing her.
Mrs.De Peyster strained her ears for the surprised voices that would announce the disastrous meeting.