Aunts Aren't Gentlemen

“If ever there was a bloke at the very mention of whose name it would be excusab…”

“I mean, when you've got used to a club where everything's nice and cheery, and …”

“She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say …”

“My late Uncle Henry, you see, was by way of being the blot on the Wooster escut…”