"Reginald, it's getting late, and a sea-mist is coming on." I knew that
the elaborate curl over his right eyebrow was not guaranteed to survive a
sea-mist.
* * * * *
"Never, never again, will I take you to a garden-party. Never . . . You
behaved abominably . . . What did the Caspian see?"
A shade of genuine regret for misused opportunities passed over
Reginald's face.
"After all," he said, "I believe an apricot tie would have gone better
with the lilac waistcoat."