She goggled. "What!"

"I'm afraid not."

"You poor, miserable hellhound, what do you mean, you won't be able to

come?"

"Well, I won't."

"Why not?"

"Matters of the most extreme urgency render my presence in the

metropolis imperative."

She sniffed. "I suppose what you really mean is that you're hanging

round some unfortunate girl again!"

I didn't like the way she put it, but I admit I was stunned by her

penetration, if that's the word I want. I mean the sort of thing

detectives have.

"Yes, Aunt Dahlia," I said. "You have guessed my secret. I do indeed

love."

"Who is she?"

"A Miss Pendlebury. Christian name, Gwladys. She spells it with a _w_."

"With a _g_, you mean."

"With a _w and_ a _g_."

"Not Gwladys?"

"That's it."

The relative uttered a yowl.

"You sit there and tell me you haven't enough sense to steer clear of

a girl who calls herself Gwladys? Listen, Bertie," said Aunt Dahlia

earnestly. "I'm an older woman than you are--well, you know what I

mean--and I can tell you a thing or two. And one of them is that no

good can come of association with anything labelled Gwladys or Ysobel

or Ethyl or Mabelle or Kathryn. But particularly Gwladys. What sort of

girl is she?"

"Slightly divine."

"She isn't that female I saw driving you at sixty miles p.h. in the

park the other day? In a red two-seater."

"She did drive me in the park the other day. I thought it rather a

hopeful sign. And her Widgeon Seven is red."

Aunt Dahlia looked relieved. "Oh, well, then, she'll probably break

your silly fat neck before she can get you to the altar. That's some

consolation. Where did you meet her?"

"At a party in Chelsea. She's an artist."

"Ye gods!"

"And swings a jolly fine brush, let me tell you. She's painted a

portrait of me. Jeeves and I hung it up in the flat this morning. I

have an idea Jeeves doesn't like it."

"Well, if it's anything like you I don't see why he should. An artist!

Calls herself Gwladys. And drives a car in the sort of way Segrave

would if he was pressed for time." She brooded awhile. "Well, it's all

very sad, but I can't see why you won't come on the yacht."

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