Murder on the Orient Express
It was not till they were eating a delicate cream cheese that M. Bouc allowed his attention to wander to matters other than nourishment. He was at the stage of a meal when one becomes philosophic.
"Ah!" he sighed. "If I had but the pen of a Balzac! I would depict this scene." (1.3.3-4)
What an egg-shaped head he had. In spite of her preoccupations Mary Debenham smiled. A ridiculous-looking little man. The sort of little man one could never take seriously. (1.1.28)
"Rather an odd little comedy that I watch here," said Poirot to himself thoughtfully. (1.1.81)