One, Two, Buckle My Shoe (Hercule Poirot, #23)

by Agatha Christie

“In verity, there are some Englishmen who are altogether so unpleasing and ridiculous that they should have been put out of their misery at birth.”

It was comfortable, with deep armchairs and settees and just enough pleasant untidiness to make it livable.

“I haven’t got any friends. Only a silly crowd I drink and dance and talk inane catchwords with!