For the land's sake, leave that peony alone, and get the weeds out from around that syringa bush.

You act as if you were possessed.

What ailed you and Mr.Allen this morning?
I want to know." "I don't know what you are driving at," Henry said again, but he obediently turned his attention to the syringa bush.

He always obeyed a woman in small matters, and reserved his masculine prerogatives for large ones.
Sylvia returned to the house.

Her mouth was set hard.