The Admiral undressed, and, himself a warming-pan of rage, plunged between the sheets.

It was a wonder the bed-clothes were not on fire.
"Pull down the blind, and bring me something to eat!" "Yes, love." "And be quick about it.

Can't you see I'm starving ?" It is true that the Admiral's excitement had interfered with his breakfast that morning, but it was none the less difficult to read starvation upon his face.

Mrs.Buzza obeyed, however; and presently returned with the liver-wing of a fowl.
"You call that a dinner for a hungry man, I suppose! Bring me some more!" "My dear, I didn't know you wanted a dinner." "Confound it, ma'am! must I put dress-studs in my night-shirt to convince you I want to dine?
Bring me some more!" "There is no more fowl, dear.

I kept this from yesterday's as a tit-bit for you." "What is for dinner to-day ?" "Boiled beef: but you said expressly that dinner was to be late to-day, in consequence of the arrivals, and it is not nearly done yet." "I don't care, bring it!" The mention of the arrivals sent the Admiral up to a white heat again.
"But, my--" "Bring it!" It was brought.