The of the after noon, and Jeeves it in with the before-luncheon snifter. It was from my Aunt Dahlia, from Market Snodsbury, a small town of a mile or two along the main road as you her country seat.
It ran as follows:
Come at once. Travers.
And when I say it puzzled me like the dickens, I am it; if anything. As a communication, I considered, as was over the wires. I it in a for the best part of two Martinis and a dividend. I read it backwards. I read it forwards. As a of fact, I have a of of it. But it still me.
Consider the facts, I mean. It was only a hours since this aunt and I had parted, after being in for nearly two months. And yet here she was—with my still on her cheek, so to speak—pleading for another reunion. Bertram Wooster is not to this for his society. Ask anyone who me, and they will tell you that after two months of my company, what the normal person is that that will about do for the present. Indeed, I have people who couldn't it out for more than a days.
Before to the well-cooked, therefore, I sent this reply:
Perplexed. Explain. Bertie.
To this I an answer the after-luncheon sleep:
What on earth is there to be about, ass? Come at once. Travers.
Three cigarettes and a of about the room, and I had my response ready:
How do you come at once? Regards. Bertie.
I the comeback:
I come at once, you half-wit. What did you think I meant? Come at once or an aunt's post tomorrow. Love. Travers.
I then the message, to clear:
When you say "Come" do you "Come to Brinkley Court"? And when you say "At once" do you "At once"? Fogged. At a loss. All the best. Bertie.
I sent this one off on my way to the Drones, where I a cards into a top-hat with some of the element. Returning in the hush, I the answer waiting for me:
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. It doesn't you or not. You just come at once, as I tell you, and for heaven's stop this back-chat. Do you think I am of money that I can to send you every ten minutes. Stop being a and come immediately. Love. Travers.
It was at this point that I the need of a second opinion. I pressed the bell.
"Jeeves," I said, "a V-shaped has itself from the direction of Worcestershire. Read these," I said, him the papers in the case.
He them.
"What do you make of it, Jeeves?"
"I think Mrs. Travers you to come at once, sir."
"You that too, do you?"
"Yes, sir."
"I put the same on the thing. But why, Jeeves? Dash it all, she's just had nearly two months of me."
"Yes, sir."
"And many people the medium for an adult two days."
"Yes, sir. I the point you raise. Nevertheless, Mrs. Travers very insistent. I think it would be well to in her wishes."
"Pop down, you mean?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I can't go at once. I've an on at the Drones tonight. Pongo Twistleton's birthday party, you remember."
"Yes, sir."
There was a pause. We were the little that had arisen. I to to it.
"You're all about that jacket, Jeeves."
"These are of opinion, sir."
"When I it at the Casino at Cannes, one another and whispered: 'Who is he?'"
"The at Continental is lax, sir."
"And when I it to Pongo last night, he was fascinated."
"Indeed, sir?"
"So were all the of those present. One and all that I had got of a good thing. Not a voice."
"Indeed, sir?"
"I am that you will learn to love this mess-jacket, Jeeves."
"I not, sir."
I gave it up. It is any use trying to with Jeeves on these occasions. "Pig-headed" is the word that to the lips. One and on.
"Well, anyway, returning to the agenda, I can't go to Brinkley Court or else yet awhile. That's final. I'll tell you what, Jeeves. Give me and pencil, and I'll wire her that I'll be with her some time next week or the week after. Dash it all, she ought to be able to out without me for a days. It only will power."
"Yes, sir."
"Right ho, then. I'll wire 'Expect me tomorrow fortnight' or to some such effect. That ought to meet the case. Then if you will the and send it off, that will be that."
"Very good, sir."
And so the long day on till it was time for me to dress for Pongo's party.
Pongo had me, while of the on the previous night, that this birthday of his was to be on a calculated to humanity, and I must say I have in less functions. It was well after four when I got home, and by that time I was about to turn in. I can just for the and into it, and it to me that the had touched the pillow I was by the of the door opening.
I was over, but I to an eyelid.
"Is that my tea, Jeeves?"
"No, sir. It is Mrs. Travers."
And a moment later there was a like a wind, and the relative had the at fifty m.p.h. under her own steam.
