#193

'Mr Baxter!'
'Yes, Miss Halliday?'
The Brain of Blandings looked abstractedly up from his desk. It was only some half-hour since luncheon had finished, but already he was in the library surrounded by large books like a sea-beast among rocks. Most of his time was spent in the library when the castle was full of guests, for his lofty mind was ill-attuned to the frivolous babblings of Society butterflies.

#179

'Is that young lady a nurse?' he asked.
'Do you want a nurse?' inquired Miss Clarkson.
'I want that nurse,' said Psmith with conviction.