He devoted himself then to stimulating the preparations for breakfast.
The meal was ready at last.

There were eggs and ham and veal, dark-colored bread, and coffee, sufficient for about a dozen people.

The driver constituted himself host, and Guy, with a shout of laughter, sat down where he was, and ate.

In the midst of the meal the officer reappeared, ushering in a small wizened-faced individual of unmistakably English appearance.

Guy turned round in his chair, and the newcomer touched his forelock.
"Hullo!" Guy exclaimed.