For the next three weeks I didn’t see Bingo. He became a sort of Voice Heard Off, developing a habit of ringing me up on long-distance and consulting me on various points arising at rehearsal, until the day when he got me out of bed at eight in the morning to ask whether I thought
Good for Mary Burgess! The Herculean task of grafting some common sense in Bingo Little's attitude to life may have crushed her soon enough. Good for Jeeves... although the feudal spirit does not seem to extend to the Master's friends...
Good for Mary Burgess! The Herculean task of grafting some common sense in Bingo Little's attitude to life may have crushed her soon enough. Good for Jeeves... although the feudal spirit does not seem to extend to the Master's friends...