“The storm is over, there is sunlight in my heart. I have a glass of wine and sit thinking of what has passed.”

“Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!”

“Mr Little is certainly warm-hearted, sir.""Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests.”

“He will lunch with you at your flat tomorrow at one-thirty. Please remember that he drinks no wine, strongly disapproves of smoking, and can only eat the simplest food, owing to an impaired digestion. Do not offer him coffee, for he considers it the root of half the nerve-trouble in the world.""I should think a dog-biscuit and a glass of water would about meet the case, what?""Bertie!""Oh, all right. Merely persiflage.""Now it is precisely that sort of idiotic remark that would be calculated to arouse Sir Roderick's worst suspicions.”

“I just sit at my typewriter and curse a bit.”

“I left him thinking it over. If I were a bookie, I should feel justified in offering a hundred to eight against.""You can't have approached him properly. I might have known you would muck it up," said young Bingo. Which, considering what I had been through for his sake, struck me as a good bit sharper than the serpent's tooth.”

“I hadn't the heart to touch my breakfast. I told Jeeves to drink it himself.”