Oh, Professor Lyall, are you making a funny? It doesnโt suit you.โ The sandy-haired Beta gave Lady Maccon a dour look. โI am exploring new personality avenues.โ โWell, stop it.โ โYes, my lady.
Gail CarrigerWhat did you do?โ โWell, you see, there was this pot of tea, simply sitting thereโฆโ He trailed off. โUseful thing, tea,โ commented Lyall thoughtfully.
Gail CarrigerLyall had spent centuries nibbling about the great layered cake that was polite society while Lord Akeldama acted the part of the frosting on its top.
Gail CarrigerLady Maccon.โ โBy George, Boots! How the deuce can you possibly tell that there is Lady Maccon?โ queried the other top-hated gentleman. โWho else would be standing in the middle of a street on full-moon night with a raging ruddy fire behind her, waving a parasol about?โ โGood point, good point.
Gail Carriger