in your charge.”
“Mine!”
“Yes. I wish you to put them up in your flat for the night, and see that they do not miss the train in the morning.”
“Oh, I say, no!”
“Bertie!”
“Well, I mean, quite jolly coves both of them, but I don’t know. They’re rather nuts, you know—Always glad to see them, of course, but when it comes to putting them up for the night—”
“Bertie, if you are so sunk in callous self-indulgence that you cannot even put yourself to this trifling inconvenience for the sake of—”
“Oh, all right,” I said. “All right.”
It was no good arguing, of course. Aunt Agatha always makes me feel as if I had gelatine where my spine ought to be. She’s one