Five Red Herrings1975

Lord Peter Wimsey:
[Finishing up a meal prepared by Bunter] High tea rather than luncheon.

Bunter:
[Entering the room] High tea, my lord?

Lord Peter Wimsey:
[With understatement] A meal not to be despised, Bunter. True, you have served me a twaite meunere instead of a kipper and a bottlr of Poilly-Fume instead of a mug of tea, but the result, I assure you, was just as satisfying.

Bunter:
Well, I'm very glad to hear it.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Yes, well, I was pulling your leg, old lad. I was ravenous, and at one epicurean stroke, you have appeased both glutton and gourmet.

Bunter:
Thank you, my lord.