'Cheers!' said koomson. he looked ready to add something as he raised his glass, but the high voice of his wife cut the air to pieces. 'This local beer,'she...

'Cheers!' said koomson. he looked ready to add something as he raised his glass, but the high voice of his wife cut the air to pieces.
'This local beer,'she was saying, 'does agree with my constitution.'
'And what sort of constitution is it that you have?'asked the man from his isolated place.

What the writer feels for or toward the woman in his passage is