"You're sure about this, Reg?" I peered anxiously down at my bundle and then up at Reg's stuffed-frog expression.
"Yes, Bertram," he said firmly, if with a note of regret. Said note spoke volumes to me and I felt a pang of guilt.
I held baby Peter a little tighter. "So where's this Kingdom chap? If he's going to adopt a Jeeves he should have the decency to be prompt about it."
"Like most small towns, Market Fishborough has a strong network of communication—"
"Gossips, you mean."
"Indeed. He's likely having difficulty slipping away."
I hoped he never showed up.