"He wants you do dine with him tonight at Bleke's."
Ginger's depression deepened. A dinner with Uncle Donald would hardly have been a cheerful function, even in the surroundings of a banquet in the Arabian Nights. There was that about Uncle Donald's personality which would have cast a sobering influence over the orgies of the Emperor Tiberius at Capri. To dine with him at a morgue like that relic of Old London, Bleke's Coffee House, which confined its custom principally to regular patrons who had not missed an evening there for half a century, was to touch something very hear bed-rock. Ginger was extremely doubtful whether flesh and blood were equal to it.
(from The Adventures of Sally, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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