He stopped and looked at Garnet in order to see the effect of the information.
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.
The gleam of the sea through the trees turned Garnet's thoughts to bathing.
Millie, didn't I tell you that old Garnet was the man to think of things!
Another quarter of an hour and posterity would have known me as "Garnet."
"We want to know all about it, Mr. Garnet," said Phyllis Derrick.
Sneaked a dog's bone, Garnet, under his very nose, if you please.