Bradbury Fisher shuddered from head to foot, and his legs wobbled like asparagus stalks. - P. G. Wodehouse

As plainly as if it had been the top line on the oculist’s chart I could see what the future held for Bertram.

At five minutes to eleven on the morning named he was at the station, a false beard and spectacles shielding his identity from the public eye. If you had asked him he would have said that he was a Scotch business man. As a matter of fact, he looked far more like a motor-car coming through a haystack.

However devoutly a girl may worship the man of her choice, there always comes a time when she feels an irresistible urge to haul off and let him have it in the neck.