"I was chatting with her last night, and your name happened to come up."
"Oh, did it?"
"Yes. In fact, she rather dwelt on you. Valerie - we must face it - is piqued."
"Yes."
"But don't let that worry you," said Lord Ickenham cheerily. "She'll come round. I'm convinced of it. When you reach my age, you will know that it is an excellent sign when a girl speaks of a man as a goggle-eyed nit-wit and says that her dearest wish is to dip him in boiling oil and watch him wriggle."
"Did she say that?"
"Yes, she was most definite about it - showing, I feel, that love still lingers.
(from Uncle Fred in the Springtime, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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