Not for me?'
'Not for a dozen more like you.'
'I never thought,' said Bingo sorrowfully, 'to hear those words from Bertie Wooster!'
'Well, you've heard them now,' I said. 'Paste them in your hat.'
'Bertie, we were at school together.'
'It wasn't my fault.'
'We've been pals for fifteen years.'
'I know. It's going to take me the rest of my life to live it down.'
After breakfast I lit a cigarette and went to the open window to inspect the day
What I'm getting at is that the fact that Aunt Agatha was writing to me without calling me names seemed, more or less, like a step in the direction of peace.