Doctor Postern: Hmm. Not much to go on. Still, we can try that address. And the sooner, the better.
Countess: Good. I've got a hansom outside.
Doctor Postern: Pausing only long enough for the double entendre contained in the last line to sink in, I hurried her to the street.
Elementary, my dear Doktor.
It always involves a lot of effort, but occasionally I am successful in turning the conversation at the dinner-table around to the subject of citrus orchards. This creates the opportunity for my favourite punchline -- "A lemon tree, my dear Watson!" Then people hit me.
Getting back closer to the topic -- the punchline in one of Flann O'Brien's Keats-and-Chapman stories was "Cabri-au-lait". I can't be arsed looking up the actual story, you'll have to make up your own.
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