Put that bloody cigarette out! - Saki

Reginald sat in a corner of the Princess's salon and tried to forgive the furniture, which started out with an obvious intention of being Louis Quinze, but relapsed at frequent intervals into Wilhelm II.

To be among people who are smothered in furs when one hasn't any oneself makes one want to break most of the Commandments.

Eleanor hated boys, and she would have liked to have whipped this one long and often. It was perhaps the yearning of a woman who had no children of her own.