A kiss of reconciliation settled the matter, and Lord Penrhyn again composed himself in his most composing arm-chair.

Never brag. It's good to have a healthy pride in your [man] cave. It's not good to be a douchecanoe about it.

Foliar traits unique to Darlingtonia include the presence of transparent light-transmitting fenestrations, ...

You'd have thought that this Wickham would have learned at her mother's knee that the last thing a fellow in a highly nervous condition wants, when he's searching someone's room, is a disembodied voice in his immediate ear asking him how he's getting on. The upshot, I need scarcely say, was that I came down like a sack of coals.