[Wimsey and Bunter present their papers to the German border policeman]
Border policeman:
Ah! An Englischer aristokrat.
Lord Peter Wimsey:
Put like that, it sounds like an insult.
Border policeman:
In Germany, it is the people who rule.
Lord Peter Wimsey:
I see from the paper that there will be elections soon?
Border policeman:
Ja, it is likely.
Lord Peter Wimsey:
Chancellor Bruning's emergency powers will be short-lived?
Border policeman:
You are interested in our domestic politics?
Lord Peter Wimsey:
If no man is an island, then assuredly no country can be.
Border policeman:
Except yours, Lord Wimsey.
[Harriet calls Peter to talk at a restaurant with a dance hall]
Lord Peter Wimsey:
Tell me, what's the matter?
Harriet Vane:
I'm not sure I should.
Lord Peter Wimsey:
Tell me or tango.
Harriet Vane:
You know I can't tango!
Lord Peter Wimsey:
You've no choice then, have you?
Miss Burrows:
Excuse my saying so, Miss Vane, but given your own terrible experience, I wonder that you should still decide to write the sort of books you do.
Harriet Vane:
You're saying that anyone with proper feelings would rather scrub floors for a living? Well, I should scrub floors very badly, and I write mysteries rather well.
Lord Peter Wimsey:
This bowtie is a mess.
Bunter:
Yes, too perfect. Quite like a made-up affair.
[Wimsey pulls off the tie and begins to re-tie it.]
Bunter:
Ah.
Lord Peter Wimsey:
Bunter, what does "ah" mean?
Bunter:
I have observed, my lord, that on the few occasions when our sangfroid slips, it means we have a rendezvous with Miss Vane.
Lord Peter Wimsey:
Bunter, you have a wonderful gift for impudence.
Bunter:
Thank you, my lord.
[Wimsey finishes re-tying.]
Lord Peter Wimsey:
Bunter, how's that?
Bunter:
Perfect. That is to say, slightly flawed. The mark of a true gentleman.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
