'What is it?' I said. 'What on earth's the matter?'
'Read it!'
'I can't. I haven't had my tea.'
'Well, listen then.'
'Who's it from?'
'My aunt.'
At this point I fell asleep again. I woke to hear him saying:
'So what on earth am I to do?'
Jeeves flowed in with the tray, like some silent stream meandering over
its mossy bed; and I saw daylight.
'Read it again, Rocky, old top,' I said. 'I want Jeeves to hear it. Mr
Todd's aunt has written him a rather rummy letter, Jeeves, and we want
your advice.'
'Very good, sir.'
He stood in the middle of the room, registering devotion to the cause,
and Rocky started again:
'My dear Rockmetteller,
'I have been thinking things over for a long while, and I have come
to the conclusion that I have been very thoughtless to wait so long
before doing what I am made up my mind to do now.'
'What do you make of that, Jeeves?'
'It seems a little obscure at present, sir, but no doubt it becomes
clearer at a later point in the communication.'
'Proceed, old scout,' I said, champing my bread and butter.
'You know how all my life I have longed to visit New York and see
for myself the wonderful gay life of which I have read so much. I
fear that now it will be impossible for me to fulfil my dream. I
am old and worn out. I seem to have no strength left in me.'
'Sad, Jeeves, what?'
'Extremely, sir.'
'Sad nothing!' said Rocky. 'It's sheer laziness. I went to see her last
Christmas and she was bursting with health. Her doctor told me himself
that there was nothing wrong with her whatever. But she will insist
that she's a hopeless invalid, so he has to agree with her. She's got
a fixed idea that the trip to New York would kill her; so, though it's
been her ambition all her life to come here, she stays where she is.'
'Rather like the chappie whose heart, was "in the Highlands a-chasing
of the deer", Jeeves?'
'The cases are in some respects parallel, sir.'
'Carry on, Rocky, dear boy.'
'So I have decided that, if I cannot enjoy all the marvels of the
city myself, I can at least enjoy them through you. I suddenly
thought of this yesterday after reading a beautiful poem in the
Sunday paper about a young man who had longed all his life for a
certain thing and won it in the end only when he was too old to
enjoy it. It was very sad, and it touched me.'
'A thing,' interpolated Rocky bitterly, 'that I've not been able to do
in ten years.'
'As you know, you will have my money when I am gone; but until now
I have never been able to see my way to giving you an allowance. I
have now decided to do so--on one condition. I have written to a
firm of lawyers in New York, giving them instructions to pay you
quite a substantial sum each month. My one condition is that you
live in New York and enjoy yourself as I have always wished to do.
I want you to be my representative, to spend this money for me as
I should do myself. I want you to plunge into the gay, prismatic
life of New York. I want you to be the life and soul of brilliant
supper parties.
'Above all, I want you--indeed, I insist on this--to write me
letters at least once a week, giving me a full description of all
you are doing and all that is going on in the city, so that I may
enjoy at second-hand what my wretched health prevents my enjoying
for myself. Remember that I shall expect full details, and that no
detail is too trivial to interest.
Your affectionate Aunt,