Jeeves and the Unsettling Dreams - ch. 6
The morning visit from the doctor confirmed Mr Wooster fit for travel, although we were advised to spread our journey over two days as Dr Melcombe still expected the travel to prove somewhat arduous for Mr Wooster. I was also told, in terms more emphatic than necessary, to not to contact Dr Melcombe from Scotland. Yet, at heart, he was not an unkind man, and as he re-packed his bag at the end of the examination, he quirked a bushy eyebrow in my direction and stated, “my grandfather was a butler, himself.”
I nodded.
“Of Berwick Hall.”
At the present, he and I were the sole occupants of the living room, with Mr Wooster still in bed. My remark appeared to please, or at the very least amuse the doctor, who replied,
“He took a dim view of manservants, mind.”
I smiled, not entirely surprised by the information.
“On account of our manipulative and selfish nature, sir?”
Dr Melcombe returned my smile in kind.
“Yours especially, I imagine.”
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