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"Excellent, Bunter," said Lord Peter, sinking with a sigh into a luxurious armchair. "I couldn't have done better myself. The thought of the Dante makes my mouth water -- and the Four Sons of Aymon. And you've saved me £60 -- that's glorious. What shall we spend it on, Bunter? Think of it -- all ours, to do as we like with, for as Harold Skimpole so rightly observes, £60 saved is £60 gained, and I'd reckoned on spending it all. It's your saving, Bunter, and properly speaking, your £60. What do we want? Anything in your department? Would you like anything altered in the flat?"
"Well, my lord, as your lordship is so good" -- the manservant paused, about to pour an old brandy into a liqueur glass.