A sharp yowl rent the air, followed by an indignant cry, and I turned to Aunt Jane, on all fours, trying to put things right with the cat, which had gone to earth under the sofa. She gave me a look, and I could see that her worst fears had been realized.
At this juncture dinner was announced—not before I was ready for it.
“Jeeves,” I said, when I got him alone that night, “I am no faint-heart, but I am inclined to think that this binge is going to prove a shade above the odds.”
“You are not enjoying your visit, sir?”
“I am not, Jeeves. Have you seen Miss Pringle?”
“Yes, sir. From a distance.”
“The best