Bill's anger flared as easily as Lottie's, as the neighbours well knew. He rose and followed her upstairs. "Christ, woman! I'm still covered in soot from workin' to put bread on this bloody table, and all I ask is fer some hot water and tea, and ye think I'm treatin' ye like a slave!? Ye'r out of yer mind!" And as he met the closed door he shouted at it: "And ye wonder where the children get it from!"