Mr Benson chafed a little internally at the leisurely way in which his sister sipped and sipped, and paused to tell him some trifling particular respecting home affairs, which she had forgotten before.
"Mr Bradshaw has refused to let the children associate with the Dixons any longer, because one evening they played at acting charades." "Indeed;--a little more bread and butter, Faith ?" "Thank you.

This Welsh air does make one hungry.

Mrs Bradshaw is paying poor old Maggie's rent, to save her from being sent into the workhouse." "That's right.

Won't you have another cup of tea ?" "I have had two.

However, I think I'll take another." Mr Benson could not refrain from a little sigh as he poured it out.
He thought he had never seen his sister so deliberately hungry and thirsty before.