I am glad to see you sitting there.

I know you are nursing up something, some little thunderbolt to launch at me.

Won't you launch it and let's get it over ?" Philippa laid down the book which she had been reading, and turned to face her husband.

He made a little grimace.
"Don't look so severe," he begged.

"You frighten me before you begin." "I'm sorry," she said, "but my face probably reflects my feelings.