It looked something like a pen wiper and something like a piece of hearth-rug. A second and keener inspection revealed it as a Pekinese puppy.

But everything is relative, Bertie... You, for instance, are my relative, and I am your relative.

Has anybody ever seen a dramatic critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.

I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.

There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'" "The mood will pass, sir.

Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks.