Jules Verne,
Mathias Sandorf — Part I, Chapters I-II
(1885)
“ The other is a Sicilian, Zirone by name. Together they have strolled up and down the mole at least a dozen times, and now they have halted at its furthest end, and are gazing away to the horizon, to the west of the Gulf of Trieste, as if they hoped to sight the ship which is bringing home their fortune.“What time is it?” asked Zirone in Italian, which his comrade spoke as fluently as he did all the other tongues of the Mediterranean.Sarcany made no reply.“What a fool I am!” exclaimed the Sicilian. “It is the time you are hungry after you have had no breakfast!” ”
