‘The Phantom! The Phantom is up from the cellars again!’

If you cooked a tournedo (which is a slice of beef filet), for example, sauced it with a brown sauce of reduced white wine and veal demi-glace, and garnished it with an artichoke bottom filled with little nuggets of potato […]

I may almost depend on your own justice, and leave it to yourself to pass sentence on your own conduct

Cronshaw had told him that the facts of life mattered nothing to him who by the power of fancy held in fee the twin realms of space and time.