P. G. Wodehouse

“ In a world that contained Molly there was no room for other people. They were not in the picture. They did not exist.
There are men in the world who, through long custom, can find themselves engaged without any particular whirl of emotion. King Solomon probably belonged to this class; and even Henry the Eighth must have become a trifle blasé in time. But to the average man, the novice, the fact of being accepted seems to divide existence into two definite parts, before and after. ”

“ CHAPTER XIII. The emotions of a man who has just proposed and been accepted are complex and overwhelming. A certain stunned sensation is perhaps predominant. Blended with this is relief, the relief of a general who has brought a difficult campaign to a successful end, or of a member of a forlorn hope who finds that the danger is over, and he is still alive. ”

“ When we're at dinner, you've got to go to that room and put those things back—all of them, mind you—just where you found them. Do you understand?”
Spike's jaw had fallen.
“Put dem back, Mr. Chames!” he faltered.
“Every single one of them.”
“Mr. Chames!” said Spike plaintively.
“You'll bear it in mind? Directly dinner has begun, every one of those things goes back where it belongs. See?” ”

“ Spike shuffled despondently.
“All the same,” said Jimmy, “I shouldn't give yourself away to this detective. If he tries pumping you at all, give him the frozen face.”
“Sure. But he ain't de only one.”
“What, more detectives? They'll have to put up 'house full' boards at this rate. Who's the other?”
“De mug what came dis afternoon. Ole man McEachern brought him. I seed Miss Molly talking to him.” ”