'I don't see why your uncle shouldn't be most awfully bucked,' I said to Corky. 'He will think Miss Singer the ideal wife for you.'
Corky declined to cheer up.
'You don't know him. Even if he did like Muriel, he wouldn't admit it. That's the sort of pig-headed ass he is. It would be a matter of principle with him to kick. All he would consider would be that I had gone and taken an important step without asking his advice, and he would raise Cain automatically. He's always done it.'
I strained the old bean to meet this emergency.
'You want to work it so that he makes Miss Singer's acquaintance without knowing that you know her. Then you come along—'
'But how can I work it that way?'
I saw his point. That was the catch.
'There's only one thing to do,' I said.
'What's that?'
'Leave it to Jeeves.'