down on the bed.
“Off?”
“Yes; that cook-pinching business. Jeeves tells me he saw Anatole last night, and Anatole refused to leave.”
“But surely Aunt Dahlia had the sense to offer him more than he was getting with you?”
“The sky was the limit, as far as she was concerned. Nevertheless, he refused to skid. It seems he’s in love with our parlourmaid.”
“But you haven’t got a parlourmaid.”
“We have got a parlourmaid.”
“I’ve never seen her. A sort of bloke who looked like a provincial undertaker waited at table the night before last.”
“That was the local greengrocer, who comes to help out when desired. The parlourmaid is away on her holiday—or was till