You Have A Genius For Bringing Trouble

Miss Grantham's Sense Of Humour Got The Better Of Her At This Point, And, Tottering Towards A Chair, She Sank Into It, Exclaiming In Tragic Accents:'oh Heavens! I Am Betrayed!' His Lordship Blenched; Both He And Miss Laxton Regarded Her With Guilty Dismay. Miss Grantham Buried Her Face In Her Handkerchief, And Uttered One Shattering Word: 'wretch!

Talking To You Is Like -- Like Talking To An Eel!" "no, Is It? I've Never Tried To Talk To An Eel. Isn't It As Waste Of Time?" "not Such A Waste Of Time As Talking To You!

The Charm Of Your Society, My Sparrow, Lies In Not Knowing What Will You Say Next - Though One Rapidly Learns To Fear The Worst!

I Think Myself I Ought To Be Shot For Writing Such Nonsense.... But It's Unquestionably Good Escapist Literature And I Think I Should Rather Like It If I Were Sitting In An Air-raid Shelter Or Recovering From Flu.

Do You Know, I Think That Of All Your Idiosyncrasies That Choke You Give, When You Are Determined Not To Laugh, Is The One That Most Enchants Me.