my Cousin Thomas, who is notoriously a tough egg and a fiend in human shape?”
“Most improbable, sir.”
“These are deep waters, Jeeves.”
“Precisely, sir.”
“And the ghastly part of it all is that he seems to consider it necessary, in order to keep his job, to treat me like a long-lost leper. Thus killing my only chance of having anything approaching a decent time in this abode of desolation. For do you realize, Jeeves, that my aunt says I mustn’t smoke while I’m here?”
“Indeed, sir?”
“Nor drink.”
“Why is this, sir?”
“Because she wants me—for some dark and furtive reason which she will not explain—to impress a fellow named Filmer.”
“Too