for the strait-waistcoat in the first half-minute.
“You aren’t annoyed?” I said.
“Annoyed?” She chuckled happily. “I’ve never heard such a splendid thing in my life.”
I was pleased and relieved. I had hoped the news wouldn’t upset her too much, but I had never expected it to go with such a roar as this.
“I’m proud of him,” she said.
“That’s fine.”
“If every young man in England went about hitting policemen in the stomach, it would be a better country to live in.”
I couldn’t follow her reasoning, but everything seemed to be all right; so after a few more cheery words I said goodbye and legged it.
“Jeeves,” I said, when I got back to the