He had invited his old friend to dine with him; and dine he must, if it was only on a piece of dry bread.
"Pick up something.

Do the best you can," he returned.

"We can wait for half an hour." "I've nothing in the house, I tell you," was my answer made in no very pleasant tones; for I felt very much irritated and outraged by my husband's thoughtless conduct.
"There, there, Jane.

Don't get excited about the matter," said he soothingly.

But his words were not like oil to the troubled waters of my spirit.
"I am excited," was my response.