The Right Hon. was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotton to say “When!”

More from Jeeves and the Yule-Tide Spirit (short story)

• Bingo uttered a stricken woofle like a bull-dog that has been refused cake.
• He blinked, like some knight of King Arthur’s court, who, galloping to perform a deed of derring-do, has had the misfortune to collide witha tree.
• He blinked, like some knight of King Arthur's court, who, galloping to perform a deed of derring-do, has had the misfortune to collide witha tree. Uncle Dynamite
• He had the look of an ostrich that had swallowed a door knob.
• It is no use telling me there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.
• I turned to Aunt Agatha, whose demeanor was rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the railway, has just caught the Down express in the small of the back.