Turning sharply, he perceived Mrs. Gordon Carlisle, and with considerable emotion noted that she was holding and in the act of raising one of those small but serviceable rubber instruments known as coshes. At her side, the contented look on his face of one who feels that his affairs are in excellent hands, stood her husband.
It was almost immediately after this that the roof fell in, and Cosmo knew no more. J. P. Boots, in his sardonic way, would have said that he had not know much even before that.
(from Cocktail Time, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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