Caught with the goods

     One of the hollowest laughs that had ever been heard on the terrace of the Chateau Blissac broke gratingly upon the afternoon stillness.

    "Oh, no. There's nothing the matter. Nothing whatever. Except that when Mrs. Gedge was in Paris she saw fifty-seven varieties of photographs of the real Vicomte de Blissac and she looked out of the window just now and saw you and said, 'Who's that piece of cheese?' and I said, 'That's the Vicomte,' and she said, 'My left foot it's the Vicomte.' And she's send me out here to fetch you in and explain. Outside of that, everything's fine."

(from Hot Water, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)