I think I needed a little mustard just now to binge me up!" "But that's perfectly absurd!" he exclaimed.

"Why not have the beef as well as the mustard?
And look here.

I don't think it's fair to me." He stood, looking straight at her, his face aglow with feeling.

And again it was as if the old Godfrey of long ago, the Godfrey that had been impetuous, hot-tempered, unreasonable, and yet so infinitely dear to her, who stood there, so near to her that had she moved, he must have touched her.

She sat down, and unseen by him, she put her two hands on the edge of the well-scrubbed table, and pressed her fingers down tightly.