- Lord Peter Wimsey: [to Bunter] For my own part, the time has come to talk of many things to one or two of our red herrings.
- Lord Peter Wimsey: [Finishing up a meal prepared by Bunter] High tea rather than luncheon.
- Bunter: [Entering the room] High tea, my lord?
- Lord Peter Wimsey: [With understatement] A meal not to be despised, Bunter. True, you have served me a twaite meunere instead of a kipper and a bottlr of Poilly-Fume instead of a mug of tea, but the result, I assure you, was just as satisfying.
- Bunter: Well, I'm very glad to hear it.
- Lord Peter Wimsey: Yes, well, I was pulling your leg, old lad. I was ravenous, and at one epicurean stroke, you have appeased both glutton and gourmet.
- Bunter: Thank you, my lord.