As Shakespeare says$$$ if you're going to do a thing you might as well pop right at it and get it over.

That is life. Just one long succession of misunderstandings and rash acts and what not. Absolutely.

Jeeves$$$ I'm engaged.<br>"I hope you will be very happy$$$ sir."<br>"Don't be an ass. I'm engaged to Miss Bassett."

He was one of those earnest$$$ persevering dancers--the kind that have taken twelve correspondence lessons.

When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another$$$ you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon.

As a dancer$$$ I out-Fred the nimblest Astaire.

We Woosters do not lightly forget. At least$$$ we do - some things - appointments$$$ and people's birthdays$$$ and letters to post$$$ and all that - but not an absolutely bally insult like the above.

He felt like a man who$$$ chasing rainbows$$$ has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.

She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him$$$ and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.

Don't for heaven's sake$$$ be afraid of talking nonsense! But you must pay attention to your nonsense.