GROUCHY
Petulant Irritable
As sullen as an ill-tempered boy
The impression of pure pique
Skulking in his tent
As impatient as the wind
In a huff
Symptoms of an attack of nerves
He could brook no delay
Sullen silence
Tears of vexation
One in whom the milk of human kindness had turned sour
One of those people who make themselves wretched and pass on their misery to those near them
A man with a hair-trigger constitution
He does not suffer fools gladly
So provoking
I shall be right glad when——
Solemn as the day of judgment
He took umbrage at what I said
Not in a particularly genial frame of mind
As acid as vinegar
As gloomy as an old man by a fireless hearth
I’m afraid he started the day in a contradictory mood
A censorious attitude toward one’s fellowmen