Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves

physician.’
    I suppose he saw that my iron front was not to be shaken, for he made no further attempt to sell the idea to me. With a sigh that seemed to come up from the soles of the feet, he rose, said goodbye, knocked over the glass from which I had been refreshing myself and withdrew.
    Knowing how loath Bertram Wooster always is to let a pal down and fail him in his hour of need, you are probably thinking that this distressing scene had left me shaken, but as a matter of fact it had bucked me up like a day at the seaside.
    Let’s just review the situation. Ever since breakfast my guardian angel had been scaring the pants off me by practically saying in so many words that Totleigh Towers was all set to re-enter my life, and it was now clear that what he had had in mind had been the imminence of this plea to me to go there, he feeling that in a weak moment I might allow myself to be persuaded against my better judgment. The peril was now past. Totleigh Towers had made its spring and missed by a mile, and I no longer had a thing to worry about. It was with a light heart that I joined a group of pleasure-seekers who were playing Darts and cleaned them up with effortless skill. Three o’clock was approaching when I left the club en route for home, and it must have been getting on for half past when I hove alongside the apartment house where I have my abode.
    There was a cab standing outside, laden with luggage. From its window Gussie Fink-Nottle’s head was poking out, and I remember thinking once again how mistaken Emerald Stoker had been about his appearance. Seeing him steadily, if not whole, I could detect in his aspect no trace of the lamb, but he was looking so like a halibut that if he hadn’t been wearing horn-rimmed spectacles, a thing halibuts seldom do, I might have supposed myself to be gazing on something a.w.o.l. from a fishmonger’s slab.
    I gave him a friendly yodel, and he turned the spectacles in my direction.
    ‘Oh, hullo, Bertie,’ he said, ‘I’ve just been calling on you. I left a message with Jeeves. Your aunt told me to tell you she’s coming to London the day after tomorrow and she wants you to give her lunch.’
    ‘Yes, she was on the phone to that effect this morning. I suppose she thought you’d forget to notify me. Come in and have some orange juice,’ I said, for it is to that muck that he confines himself whilst making whoopee.
    He looked at his watch, and his eyes lost the gleam that always comes into them when orange juice is mentioned.
    ‘I wish I could, but I can’t,’ he sighed. ‘I should miss my train. I’m off to Totleigh on the four o’clock at Paddington.’
    ‘Oh, really? Well, look out for a friend of yours, who’ll be on it. Emerald Stoker.’
    ‘Stoker? Stoker? Emerald Stoker?’
    ‘Girl with freckles. American. Looks like a Pekinese of the better sort. She tells me she met you at a studio party the other day, and you talked about newts.’
    His face cleared.
    ‘Of course, yes. Now I’ve placed her. I didn’t get her name that day. Yes, we had a long talk about newts. She used to keep them herself as a child, only she called them guppies. A most delightful girl. I shall enjoy seeing her again. I don’t know when I’ve met a girl who attracted me more.’
    ‘Except, of course, Madeline ‘
    His face darkened. He looked like a halibut that’s taken offense at a rude remark from another halibut.
    ‘Madeline! Don’t talk to me about Madeline! Madeline makes me sick! he hissed. ‘Paddington!’ he shouted to the charioteer and was gone with the wind, leaving me gaping after him, all of a twitter.

    4
    And I’ll tell you why I was all of a t. My critique of her when chatting with Emerald Stoker will have shown how allergic I was to this Bassett beazel. She was scarcely less of a pain in the neck to me than I was to her father or Roderick Spode. Nevertheless, there was a grave danger that I might have to take her for better or for worse, as the book of rules puts it.
    The facts may be readily related. Gussie, enamoured of the Bassett, would have liked to let her in on the way he felt, but every time he tried to do so his nerve deserted him and he found himself babbling about newts. At a loss to know how to swing the deal, he got the idea of asking me to plead his cause, and when I pleaded it, the Bassett, as pronounced a fathead as ever broke biscuit, thought I was pleading mine. She said she was so sorry to cause me pain, but her heart belonged