A silence ensued. When a young man of shy disposition, accustomed to the more Bohemian society of Chelsea, finds himself alone on her home ground with a daughter of a hundred earls and cannot forget that at their last meeting he mistook her for the cook and tipped her half a crown; and when the daughter of the hundred earls, already strongly prejudiced against the young man as an intruder, has begun to suspect that he is the miscreant who recently chivvied her only child and is doing his best of marry her niece against the wishes of the family, it is almost too much to expect that the conversation will proceed from the first with an easy flow.
(from Full Moon, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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