“My aunt told me that she—”
“Yes, sir. Most generous. Twenty-five pounds.”
“Good Lord, Jeeves! You’ve been coining the stuff!”
“I have added appreciably to my savings, yes, sir. Mrs. Little was good enough to present me with ten pounds for finding her such a satisfactory housemaid. And then there was Mr. Travers—”
“Uncle Thomas?”
“Yes, sir. He also behaved most handsomely, quite independently of Mrs. Travers. Another twenty-five pounds. And Mr. George Travers—”
“Don’t tell me that Uncle George gave you something, too! What on earth for?”
“Well, really, sir, I do not quite understand myself. But I received a cheque for ten pounds from him. He seemed to be under the impression that I had been in some way responsible for your joining him at Harrogate, sir.”
I gaped at the fellow.
“Well, everybody seems to be doing it,” I said, “so I suppose I had better make the thing unanimous. Here’s a fiver.”
“Why, thank you, sir. This is extremely—”
“It won’t seem much compared with these vast sums you’ve been acquiring.”
“Oh, I assure you, sir.”
“And I don’t know why I’m giving it to you.”