"Dashed unpleasant things to have about the home. To cope with flashing eyes, you have to be a man of steel and ginger. Are you a man of steel and ginger? No. You're like me, a gentle coffee-caddie".
"A how much?"
"By a coffee-caddie, I mean a man - and there is no higher type - whose instinct is to carry his wife's breakfast up to her room on a tray each morning, and bill and coo with her as she wades into it....."
It was enough. Pongo rose, a dignified figure.
"Shall we join the ladies?", he said coldly.
"There aren't any", said Lord Ickenham.
"I don't know why I said that", said Pongo, annoyed. "What I meant was, let's stop talking bally rot and go and have a game of billiards".
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