unearths some literary gems.
[I believe this is our second encounter with a French "Mr. Somebody." (I don't think the previous one was from this same author, though I could be wrong.) The genericized gentilhomme in the dialogue below is a rhetorical straw man running a hypothetical correspondence course in hairdressing. And no extra charge for an Uncle Bob!]
"Send five guineas to Monsieur Whatsit, and Bob's your Uncle!"
"She gave me the sort of look that novelists call 'withering,' and I thought her nose was going to coincide with her chin."
Perhaps later he might make the effort to stroll as far as San Zanipolo....Perhaps he might make his way to one of those other squares....Perhaps he would hire a gondola, and go to sleep. Most likely he would do none of these things. It was enough for Humphrey to know that he could do them if he would.
[Eating Someone Else's Hat dept.]
If those two aren't suddenly mortally afraid, thought Pellew, I'll eat George Cartwright's hat.
[Yes, the semicolon does help. Nonetheless, I confess I got an accordion-playing dachshund on my first trip through this sentence! (:v>]
He cherished a long-haired dachshund, which never left his side; and would frequently enliven his periods of duty on the bridge by playing gently on an accordion.
"the susurrus of sandals"
a character named Francis Pinecoffin