“I do like you, Bertie. And if things were different—I wonder——”
“Eh?”
“After all, we are real friends.... We have this common memory.... You have a right to know.... I don’t want you to think——Life is such a muddle, isn’t it?”
To many men, no doubt, these broken utterances would have appeared mere drooling and would have been dismissed as such. But the Woosters are quicker-witted than the ordinary and can read between the lines. I suddenly divined what it was that she was trying to get off the chest.
“You mean there’s someone else?”
She nodded.
“You’re in love with some other bloke?”
She nodded.
“Engaged, what?”
This time she shook the pumpkin.