Wickham, though in many respects a charming young lady—”
I raised the hand.
“Say no more, Jeeves,” I replied. “Love is dead.”
“Very good, sir.”
I brooded for a while.
“You’ve seen Sir Roderick this morning, then?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How did he seem?”
“A trifle feverish, sir. A little emotional. He expressed a strong desire to meet you, sir.”
“What would you advise?”
“If you were to slip out by the back entrance as soon as you are dressed, sir, it would be possible for you to make your way across the field without being observed and reach the village, where you could