Pelham Grenville Wodehouse

The Coming of Bill Pelham Grenville Wodehouse

Show Excerpt ommented Mrs. Porter. "Beer?" A grateful smile irradiated George's face. "Thank you, ma'am. It's very kind of you, ma'am. I don't mind if I do." "The man appears a perfect imbecile," said Mrs. Porter, turning abruptly to Kirk. "I ask him if he attributes his physical decay to beer and he babbles." "I think he thought you were offering him a drink," suggested Kirk. "As a matter of fact, a little brandy wouldn't hurt him, after the shock he has had." "On no account. The worst thing possible." "This isn't your lucky day, George," said Kirk. "Well, I guess I'll phone to the doctor." "Quite unnecessary." "I beg your pardon?" "Entirely unnecessary. I have made an examination. There is practically nothing the matter with the man. Put him to bed, and let him sponge his knee with warm water." "Are you a doctor, Mrs. Porter?" "I have studied first aid." "Well, I think, if you don't mind, I should like to have your opinion confirmed."