She hated his voice at all times, as she hated him and all that belonged to him and his being; but during the past twenty-four hours he had developed this strange laugh which set her teeth on edge every time she heard it.
"What is the matter with you ?" she asked impatiently.

"Why do you laugh in that way ?" "Did I laugh ?" he inquired, by way of answer.

"It was unconscious.

But my voice was never musical.

However, in the present state of our family affairs, a little laughter might divert our thoughts.