Eve’s eyes opened wider. She had supposed herself incapable of further astonishment, but she saw that she had been mistaken.
“ You surely aren’t dreaming of staying on here now ?” she gasped.
“ Most decidedly. Why not?”
“ But—but what is to prevent me telling everybody that you are not Mr. McTodd?”
“ Your sweet, generous nature,” said Psmith. “Your big heart. Your angelic forbearance.”
“ Oh!”
“ Considering that I only came here as McTodd—and if you had seen him you would realise that he is not a person for whom the man of sensibility and refinement would lightly allow himself to be mistaken—I say considering that I only took on the job of understudy so as to get to the castle and be near you, I hardly think that you will be able to bring yourself to get me slung o
