before I go,” said Biffy, thoughtfully, “I’ll just step into the kitchen and have a word with Jeeves.”
I felt that the situation called for complete candour.
“Biffy, old egg,” I said, “as man to man, do you want to oil out of this thing?”
“Bertie, old cork,” said Biffy, earnestly, “as one friend to another, I do.”
“Then why the dickens did you ever get into it?”
“I don’t know. Why did you?”
“I—well, it sort of happened.”
“And it sort of happened with me. You know how it is when your heart’s broken. A kind of lethargy comes over you. You get absentminded and cease to exercise proper precautions, and the first thing you know you’re for it. I don’t know how