Her head ached, in the close atmosphere--she was too fatigued to be able to stay in the room until the performance came to an end.
Poor Mr.Gallilee retired in disgrace to the shelter of his club.

At dinner, even his perfect temper failed him for the moment.

He found fault with the champagne--and then apologised to the waiter.

"I'm sorry I was a little hard on you just now.

The fact is, I'm out of sorts--you have felt in that way yourself, haven't you?
The wine's first-rate; and, really the weather is so discouraging, I think I'll try another pint." But Carmina's buoyant heart defied the languor of illness and the gloomy day.