They all laughed then.

Ha, ha, ha! with a spontaneous roar but a short one, a laugh in three blows, since to prolong it, might be interpreted as a lack of respect to His Majesty.
As they neared Europe, a batch of news came to meet the boat.

The employees in the wireless telegraphy office were working incessantly.
One night, on entering the smoking room, Desnoyers saw the German notables gesticulating with animated countenances.

They were no longer drinking beer.

They had had bottles of champagne uncorked, and the Counsellor's Lady, much impressed, had not retired to her stateroom.
Captain Erckmann, spying the young Argentinian, offered him a glass.
"It is war," he shouted with enthusiasm.