way to see her. Did you observe her keenly?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did she remind you of anybody?”
“She appeared to me to bear a remarkable likeness to her cousin, Miss Glossop, sir.”
“Her cousin! You don’t mean to say she’s Honoria Glossop’s cousin?”
“Yes, sir. Mrs. Pringle was a Miss Blatherwick—the younger of two sisters, the elder of whom married Sir Roderick Glossop.”
“Great Scott! That accounts for the resemblance.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And what a resemblance, Jeeves! She even talks like Miss Glossop.”
“Indeed, sir? I have not yet heard Miss Pringle speak.”
“You have missed little. And what it amounts to, Jeeves, is that, while nothing will induce me to let old Sippy down, I can see that