Sir Humphrey looked like a sleepy old hippo -- and when he yawned in that big, big, hippopotamus way Charity couldn't help doing likewise.

“Charity liked brandy. She liked the way it burned her throat while soothing the…”

“You can't run from feelings, Charity. You have to face them. Otherwise your fut…”

“She looked as though everything that she didn't like had happened to her.”

“I've got lots of ambitions, but I only ever think of them when I'm lying around…”