It's going to make it so disagreeable and uncomfortable for me.

The Follingsbees are accustomed to wine every day.

I'm perfectly ashamed not to give it to them." "Do 'em good to fast awhile, then," said John, laughing like a hard-hearted monster.

"You'll see they won't suffer materially.
Bridget makes splendid coffee." "It's a shame to laugh at what troubles me, John.

The Follingsbees are my friends, and of course I want to treat them handsomely." "We will treat them just as handsomely as we treat ourselves," said John, "and mortal man or woman ought not to ask more." "I don't care," said Lillie, after a pause.