He was standing behind his bar, pale as death.
His wife, dreadfully upset, was wondering if any bakeries were still open.

Even the cat seemed deep in despair.

This was as funny as could be, really worth the price of the dinner.

It was impossible to have a proper dinner party without My-Boots, the bottomless pit.

The other men eyed him with a brooding jealousy as they puffed on their pipes.