seemed a dashed shame that on this joyful occasion I should have to go off to Harrogate with my Uncle George.
“Have you started packing yet, Jeeves?” I asked.
“Packing, sir?”
“For Harrogate. I’ve got to go there today with Sir George.”
“Of course, yes, sir. I forgot to mention it. Sir George rang up on the telephone this morning while you were still asleep, and said that he had changed his plans. He does not intend to go to Harrogate.”
“Oh, I say, how absolutely topping!”
“I thought you might be pleased, sir.”
“What made him change his plans? Did he say?”
“No, sir. But I gather from his man, Stevens, that he is feeling much better and does not now require a rest-cure.