“ I say!”
“ You have our ear once more, Comrade Threepwood,” said Psmith politely.
“ I say, what I really came out here to talk about was something else. I say, are you really a pal of Miss Halliday’s?”
“ Assuredly. Why?”
“ I say!” A rosy blush mantled the Hon. Freddie’s young cheek. “I say, I wish you would put in a word for me, then.”
“ Put in a word for you?”
Freddie gulped.
“ I love her, dash it!”
“ A noble emotion,” said Psmith courteously. “When did you feel it coming on?”
“ I’ve been in love with her for months. But she won’t look at me.”
“ That, of course,” agreed Psmith, “must be a disadvantage. Yes, I should imagine that that would stick the gaff into the course of true love to no small extent.”
“ I mean, won’t take me seriously, and all that. Lau
