I'll be better when I've eaten.

I can't talk until I have eaten.
I was taken this way last night--I'll be better presently." The old man gave her a long, curious glance; then he fetched a tray, piled it with refreshments, and brought it to her side.

She ate and drank ravenously.

The food acted on her like magic; she sat upright--her eyes sparkled, her pallor left her, and the slight shade of petulance and ill-humor which had characterized her when she entered the room gave place to a sunshiny and radiant smile.
"Well, Daddy," she said, getting up, going to the old man and giving him a kiss.

"So you have come back at last.