I believe Uncle Arthur would like a word with you.

Uncle Arthur made the mess on the carpet even worse.

Uncle Arthur, thank heaven, slept the sleep of the just.

Uncle Arthur really was having a go at the whisky tonight.

Uncle Arthur nodded, but his mind was on something else.

Uncle Arthur moved slowly forward like a man in a dream.

I turned round to go for Uncle Arthur but he was already by my side.

Uncle Arthur was back among the aristocracy and showed it.

Uncle Arthur passed a weary hand across his face and looked at me.

Uncle Arthur does, however, have quite lot, and he has turned squalor into an art form.