garnet

Garnet could hear him wedding appropriate dance to the music.

Garnet, his glance fixed on his magazine, made a note of the name.

To Garnet's chagrin the Irish gentleman and his daughter also rose.

Garnet dropped the handle, Ukridge dropped the jug, Mrs. Ukridge screamed.

He stopped and looked at Garnet in order to see the effect of the information.

Millie, didn't I tell you that old Garnet was the man to think of things!

The gleam of the sea through the trees turned Garnet's thoughts to bathing.

"We want to know all about it, Mr. Garnet," said Phyllis Derrick.

Another quarter of an hour and posterity would have known me as "Garnet."

Sneaked a dog's bone, Garnet, under his very nose, if you please.