“That’s — that’s Aunt Dahlia’s cow creamer,” sputtered Bertie, aghast at the all too familiar bovine gleaming in the pawn shop window, and it prompted a horrible thought: “You don’t suppose the old girl is in financial straits, do you, Jeeves?”
Bertie’s stalwart companion put his considerable mental prowess to the task, bending that formidable brain against the proverbial grindstone as it were, and served up answers as neatly as if they were on an 18th century silver platter, part of the matching set to which the dastardly creamer belonged.
“I rather suspect the straits are of the marital sort, sir, judging by the extremely low price on said object — I believe I once heard your uncle mention he would no sooner sponsor her women’s literary magazine than pawn his prize cow creamer for a shilling, sir,” and with that pronouncement from the sage, Bertie felt a horrible premonition about the prospect of spending the weekend in Totleigh Towers.
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Bertie’s stalwart companion put his considerable mental prowess to the task, bending that formidable brain against the proverbial grindstone as it were, and served up answers as neatly as if they were on an 18th century silver platter, part of the matching set to which the dastardly creamer belonged.
“I rather suspect the straits are of the marital sort, sir, judging by the extremely low price on said object — I believe I once heard your uncle mention he would no sooner sponsor her women’s literary magazine than pawn his prize cow creamer for a shilling, sir,” and with that pronouncement from the sage, Bertie felt a horrible premonition about the prospect of spending the weekend in Totleigh Towers.