'Hullo, Bertie! I say, have you really finished that article?'
'To the last comma.'
'Good boy! My gosh, I'll bet it's rotten.'
'On the contrary, it is extremely hot stuff, and most of it approved by Jeeves, what's more. The bit about soft silk shirts got in amongst him a trifle; but you can take it from me, Aunt Dahlia, that they are the latest yodel and will be much seen at first nights and other occasions where Society assembles.'
'Your man Jeeves,' said Aunt Dahlia, flinging the article into a basket and skewering a few loose pieces of paper on a sort of meat hook, 'is a washout, and you can tell him I said so.'
'Oh, come,' I said. 'He may not be sound on shirtings—'
'I'm not referring to that. As long as a week ago I asked him to get me a cook, and he hasn't found one yet.'
'Great Scott! Is Jeeves a domestic employment agency? Mrs Little wants him to find her a housemaid. I met her outside. She tells me she's doing something for you.'
'Yes, thank goodness. I'm relying on it to bump the circulation up a bit. I can't read her stuff myself, but women love it. Her name on the cover will mean a lot. And we need it.'
'Paper not doing well?'