CHAPTER V. PSMITH APPLIES FOR EMPLOYMENT
Psmith rose courteously as she entered.
“ My dear Miss Clarkson,” he said, “if you can spare me a moment of your valuable time . . .”
“ Good gracious!” said Eve. “How extraordinary!”
“ A singular coincidence,” agreed Psmith.
“ You never gave me time to thank you for the umbrella,” said Eve reproachfully. “You must have thought me awfully rude. But you took my breath away.”
“ My dear Miss Clarkson, please do not . . .”
“ Why do you keep calling me that?”
“ Aren’t you Miss Clarkson either?”
“ Of course I’m not.”
“ Then,” said Psmith, “I must start my quest all over again. These constant checks are trying to an ardent spirit. Perhaps you are a young bride come to engage her first cook?”
“ No. I’m not married.”
