'He's upstairs now, having some tea.'
'What does he think of it all?'
'He's absolutely rattled.'
'Ripping! I'll be toddling up, then. Toodle-oo, Bertie, old man. See you later.'
'Pip-pip, Bicky, dear boy.'
He trotted off, full of merriment and good cheer, and I went off to the club to sit in the window and watch the traffic coming up one way and going down the other.
It was latish in the evening when I looked in at the flat to dress for dinner.
'Where's everybody, Jeeves?' I said, finding no little feet pattering about the place. 'Gone out?'
'His Grace desired to see some of the sights of the city, sir. Mr Bickersteth is acting as his escort. I fancy their immediate objective was Grant's Tomb.'