'Let's have three pots of six ale and a bottle of old Tom! Let us be reckless!' His wife caught up the pillow from the sofa and hurled it at him.
Samuel escaped just in time.

The next moment his head was again thrust forward.
'Let's send to the High Street for three cold roast fowls and a beef-steak pie! Let's get custards and cheese-cakes and French pastry! Let's have a pine-apple and preserved ginger! Who says, Go it for once ?' Mrs.Byass caught up the poker and sprang after him.

From the passage came sounds of scuffling and screaming, and in the end of something produced by the lips.

Mrs.Byass then showed a very red face at the door, and said: '_Isn't_ he a fool?
Just wait a minute while I get the table laid.' Supper was soon ready in the comfortable kitchen.

A cold shoulder of mutton, a piece of cheese, pickled beetroot, a seed-cake, and raspberry jam; such was the fare to which Bessie Byass invited her husband and her guest.