It was the morning of the day on which I was slated to pop down to my Aunt Agatha’s place at Woollam Chersey in the county of Herts for a visit of three solid weeks; and, as I seated myself at the breakfast table, I don’t mind confessing that the heart was singularly heavy.
My goodness, this reads like the beginning of Shakespeare's Scottish Play! It is time for Jeeves to act the Three Witches in reverse, and dissolve the looming thunderclouds...
My goodness, this reads like the beginning of Shakespeare's Scottish Play! It is time for Jeeves to act the Three Witches in reverse, and dissolve the looming thunderclouds...