(Lord Ickenham, aka Uncle Fred, having conversation with Mr. James Schoonmaker on the subject of lovelorn Lady Constance)
But that way she has of drawing her breath in sharply and looking starry-eyed whenever your name is mentioned is enough to show me how things stand. The impression I received was of a woman wailing for her demon lover. Well, perhaps not actually wailing, but making quite a production number of it. I tell you I’ve seen her clench her hands till the knuckles stood out white under the strain, just because your name happened to come up in the course of conversation. I’m convinced that if you were to try the Ickenham system, you couldn’t fail.
(Service with a Smile, P. G. Wodehouse)