Hallowe'en Party (Hercule Poirot, #41)

by Agatha Christie

Bobbing for apples always makes a mess with the water slopping over, but that doesn’t matter with the library carpet, it’s so old.

“I thought the bobbing for apples had better be in the library. The carpet’s old there and a lot of water always gets spilt, anyway.”

Once you’ve passed, say, fifty, comfort is the only thing that matters.” “Madame, chère Madame, I do not know that I agree with you.”