Thursday, 12 April 2012
A sneer or a sniff
. . . and this I'll say for them, there wasn't a sneer or a sniff at my tweeds, such as you'd get from Frogs or Dagoes or our own reptilia; Vienna wasn't only polite, it was downright friendly and hospitable, putting a glass in my hand, coaxing me to the buffet, inquiring after my journey, asking how long I'd been in town . . .
Flashman and the Tiger, p.186, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, Vienna.