It was one of those parties where you cough twice before you speak and then decide not to say it after all.

This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.

-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter

He was one of those earnest, persevering dancers--the kind that have taken twelve correspondence lessons.

I expect I shall feel better after tea.

He shimmered out, and I sat up in bed with that rather unpleasant feeling you get sometimes that you're going to die in about five minutes.

He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.