“Biffy, old thing,” I replied, frankly, “I’m not worrying.”
“Bertie, old bird,” said Biffy, “nor am I.”
He sighed again, and broke a long silence by asking the man for a straw.
“Bertie,” he said, “I’ve just remembered something rather rummy. You know Jeeves?”
I said I knew Jeeves.
“Well, a rather rummy incident occurred as we were going into this place. Old Jeeves sidled up to me and said something rather rummy. You’ll never guess what it was.”
“No. I don’t believe I ever shall.”
“Jeeves said,” proceeded Biffy, earnestly, “and I am quoting his very words—Jeeves said, ‘ Mr. Biffen’—addressing me, you understand—”
“I understand.”
“ ‘ Mr. Biffen,’ he said, ‘I strongly advise you to visit the—’ ”
“The what?” I