Rocky grabbed the table again. He seemed to draw a lot of encouragement from that table.
'I will!' he said.
'Jeeves,' I said. It was next day, and I was back in the old flat, lying in the old arm-chair, with my feet upon the good old table. I had just come from seeing dear old Rocky off to his country cottage, and an hour before he had seen his aunt off to whatever hamlet it was that she was the curse of; so we were alone at last. 'Jeeves, there's no place like home—what?'
'Very true, sir.'
'The jolly old roof-tree, and all that sort of thing—what?'
'Precisely, sir.'
I lit another cigarette.
'Jeeves.'
'Sir?'