I was conscious o a growing embarrassment. A little more of this, I felt, and he would elicit the fact that his betrothed had once been very near to Bertram - a dashed sight nearer, as we have seen, than Bertram had liked: and no recently engaged bimbo cares to discover that he as not the little woman's first choice. It sort of rubs the bloom off the thing. What he wants to feel is that she spent her time gazing out of the turret window in a yearning spirit till he came galloping up on the white horse.
(from Jeeves In the Morning, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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