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.”
“Good!”
Eve found his relieved thankfulness a
