I wept with exasperation.

This morning my husband came into the room.

My eyes were bloodshot.

I began to laugh crazily, and when I could speak I said to him, "What would you think of a person who, questioned as to his profession, replied, 'I am a chamber succubus' ?" "Ah, my dear, you are ill," said he.

"Worse than you think," said I.
"'But if I come to see you, what could we talk about, in the state you yourself are in?
Your letter has completely unbalanced me.