They should be doing an ultrasound in a couple of weeks.
"Scoundrel, what are you doing?" shouted the innkeeper, rushing to the cook.
And what are they doing here? she thought.
I don't like that way of doing things.
The stout man rose, frowned, shrugged his shoulders, and evidently trying to appear firm began to pull on his jacket without looking about him, but suddenly his lips trembled and he began to cry, in the way full-blooded grown-up men cry, though angry with himself for doing so.