The Little Nugget by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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'You think you may be able to bring him along on the yacht after
all?' 'I am hoping so.' Lord Mountry, however willing to emit sympathetic gurgles, was too plain and straightforward a young man to approve of wilful blindness to obvious facts. 'I don't see how you are going to override the decision of the court. It holds good in England, I suppose?' 'I am hoping something may be--arranged.' 'Oh, same here, same here. Certainly.' Having done his duty by not allowing plain facts to be ignored, his lordship was ready to become sympathetic again. 'By the way, where is Ogden?' 'He is down at Mr Ford's house in the country. But--' She was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone bell. She was out of her seat and across the room at the receiver with what appeared to Lord Mountry's startled gaze one bound. As she put the instrument to her ear a wave of joy swept over her face. She gave a little cry of delight and excitement. 'Send them right up at once,' she said, and turned to Lord Mountry transformed. 'Lord Mountry,' she said quickly, 'please don't think me |
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