Not the life of the party

     "Who's this man Seacliff?" he demanded, without preamble. "I heard he's a friend of yours."
     "Oh, you've met him, what?" said Archie. "Had a nice little chat together, yes? Talked of this and that, no!"
     "We have not said a word to each other."
     "Really? Oh, well, dear old Squiffy is one of those strong, silent fellers you know. You mustn't mind if he's a bit dumb. He never says much, but it's whispered round the clubs that he thinks a lot. It was rumoured in the spring of nineteen-thirteen that Squiffy was on the point of making a bright remark, but it never came to anything."

(from The Indiscretions of Archie, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)