Narration: We arrived at Brinkley Court in record time. This is the estate of the best of my aunts, who, it must be said, employs the best of chefs.
Bertie: What ho, Aunt Dahlia!
Dahlia: Bertie, darling! How good of you to stop in. With two hours’ notice.
Bertie: I am sorry, but it was an emergency!
Dahlia: I’m sure, dear. Now, who’s this? Don’t tell me I have a grand-nephew!
Bertie: What? I — what?
Dahlia: No, of course not. He looks more like Jeeves than anything.