"And presently the seigneur of Blandings Castle entered, inhaling the grateful odour that rose from the teapot and beaming vaguely through his pince-nez.
"Ah," he said. "Tea, eh? Tea. Capital, capital. Tea." Then, following his custom of making his meaning thoroughly clear, added the word "tea," repeating it three times. The dullest listener would have divined that he was aware of the presence of tea and would be glad of a cup, and Lady Hermione, pausing only to sniff, poured him out one.
"Tea," said Lord Emsworth again,clearing the whole situation up and getting everything straight.
(from Full Moon, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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