He carefully maintained the blasé air of one who had been here before and had been incredibly well dressed that time too

Is this some manly bonding thing I can't be a part of? Are you getting matching haircuts?

Will rolled up his sleeves. "We'll probably have to knock down the door--" "Or," said Jem, reaching out and giving the knob a twist, "not." The door swung open onto a rectangle of darkness. "Now, that's simply laziness," said Will.

With God on your side, what does luck matter?

I saw you in the library. With—” “ Colonel Mustard?

It's Will who ought to be sorry." Jem's eyes darkened. "We shall throw him out onto the streets," he proclaimed. "I promise you he'll be gone by morning." Tessa started and sat upright. "Oh - no, you can't mean that -" He grinned. "Of course I don't. But you felt better for a moment there, didn't you?" "It was like a beautiful dream," Tessa said gravely.

In Paris one could have the eyes of a cat (as he did) and tell people it was a trick of fashion.