People who seem to enjoy their ill temper have a way of keeping it in fine condition by inflicting privations on themselves.

That was Mrs.Glegg's way.

She made her tea weaker than usual this morning, and declined butter.

It was a hard case that a vigorous mood for quarrelling, so highly capable of using an opportunity, should not meet with a single remark from Mr.Glegg on which to exercise itself.

But by and by it appeared that his silence would answer the purpose, for he heard himself apostrophized at last in that tone peculiar to the wife of one's bosom.
"Well, Mr.Glegg! it's a poor return I get for making you the wife I've made you all these years.