The Hon. Galahad frowned. He sensed a lack of iinterest and sympathy. "What's the matter with you?" he demanded.
"Nothing."
"Then why are you looking like that?"
"Like what?"
"Pale and tragic, as if you'd just gone into Tattersall's and met a bookie you owed money to."
"I am perfectly happy."
The Hon. Galahad snorted. "Yes, radiant. I've seen fogs that were cheerier."
(from Summer Lightning, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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