I know you've been here quite a while, and that morning, noon and night since the chasse-galere brought you down from the moon you've had nothing to put your little teeth into but meat.

Probably without salt, too.

I saw how you wanted to throw yourself down on that pile of stuff on the floor.

Let's have breakfast!" He led her into the outer room, and eagerly she set to work helping him gather the things from the floor.

He felt that an overwhelming load had been lifted from his heart, and he continued to tell her about it while he hurried the preparation of the breakfast for which he knew she was hungering.