Mended Nose Bread and SJSD

"That's the sort of nonsense I loathe!" cried Irma, suddenly becoming passionate. "Are we going to talk about the party, or are we going to listen to your silly souffles? Answer me, Alfred. Answer me at once!"
"I will talk like bread and water. What shall I say?"
He descended from the chairback and sat on the seat. Then he leant forward a little and, with his hands folded between his knees, he gazed expectantly at Irma through the magnifying lenses of his spectacles.
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