“My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.”
“Oh my dear fellow...should you not be askind, 'Would the tea like the cup?”
“Sir, I did not count your glasses of wine, why should you number up my cups of tea?”
“Give me a man who understands my moods, who brother-like, understands my grouchiness. If you will give your mind to what I say, dear friend, you will remember me one day.”
“Have some more tea, dear," Hester said, reaching for the pot and refilling my cup. "I always find that helps.”
“Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire. ”