'Exactly. I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings, Bertie, but I can't go through with this thing. The shot is not on the board. For about a day and a half I thought it might be all right, but now—You remember that laugh of hers?'
'I do.'
'Well, there's that, and then all this business of never letting a fellow alone—improving his mind and so forth—'
'I know. I know.'
'Very well, then. What do you recommend? What did you mean when you said that Jeeves worked a scheme?'
'Well, you see, old Sir Roderick, who's a loony-doctor and nothing but a loony-doctor, however much you may call him a nerve specialist, discovered that there was a modicum of insanity in my family. Nothing serious. Just one of my uncles. Used to keep rabbits in his bedroom. And the old boy came to lunch here to give me the once-over, and Jeeves arranged matters so that he went away firmly convinced that I was off my onion.'
'I see,' said Biffy thoughtfully. 'The trouble is there isn't any insanity in my family.'
'None?'
It seemed to me almost incredible that a fellow could be such a perfect chump as dear old Biffy without a bit of assistance.
'Not a loony on the list,' he said gloomily. 'It's just like my luck. The old boy's coming to lunch with me tomorrow, no doubt to test me as he did you. And I never felt saner in my life.'