P G Wodehouse – The Little Nugget

One realizes these truths in theory, but the practical application of them seldom fails to come as a shock. I received mine on the last morning but one of the term.

Shortly after breakfast a message was brought to me that Mr Abney would like to see me in his study. I went without any sense of disaster to come. Most of the business of the school was discussed in the study after breakfast, and I imagined that the matter had to do with some detail of the morrow’s exodus.

I found Mr Abney pacing the room, a look of annoyance on his face. At the desk, her back to me, Audrey was writing. It was part of her work to take charge of the business correspondence of the establishment. She did not look round when I came in, nor when Mr Abney spoke my name, but went on writing as if I did not exist.

There was a touch of embarrassment in Mr Abney’s manner, for which I could not at first account. He was stately, but with the rather defensive stateliness which marked his announcements that he was about to pop up to London and leave me to do his work. He coughed once or twice before proceeding to the business of the moment.

‘Ah, Mr Burns,’ he said at length, ‘might I ask if your plans for the holidays, the–ah–earlier part of the holidays are settled? No? ah–excellent.’

He produced a letter from the heap of papers on the desk.

‘Ah–excellent. That simplifies matters considerably. I have no right to ask what I am about to–ah–in fact ask. I have no claim on your time in the holidays. But, in the circumstances, perhaps you may see your way to doing me a considerable service. I have received a letter from Mr Elmer Ford which puts me in a position of some difficulty. It is not my wish–indeed, it is foreign to my policy–to disoblige the parents of the boys who are entrusted to my–ah–care, and I should like, if possible, to do what Mr Ford asks. It appears that certain business matters call him to the north of England for a few days, this rendering it impossible for him to receive little Ogden tomorrow. It is not my custom to criticize parents who have paid me the compliment of placing their sons at the most malleable and important period of their lives, in my–ah–charge, but I must say that a little longer notice would have been a–in fact, a convenience. But Mr Ford, like so many of his countrymen, is what I believe is called a hustler. He does it now, as the expression is. In short, he wishes to leave little Ogden at the school for the first few days of the holidays, and I should be extremely obliged, Mr Burns, if you should find it possible to stay here and–ah–look after him.’

Audrey stopped writing and turned in her chair, the first intimation she had given that she had heard Mr Abney’s remarks.

‘It really won’t be necessary to trouble Mr Burns,’ she said, without looking at me. ‘I can take care of Ogden very well by myself.’

‘In the case of an–ah–ordinary boy, Mrs Sheridan, I should not hesitate to leave you in sole charge as you have very kindly offered to stay and help me in this matter. But we must recollect not only–I speak frankly–not only the peculiar–ah–disposition of this particular lad, but also the fact that those ruffians who visited the house that night may possibly seize the opportunity to make a fresh attack. I should not feel–ah–justified in thrusting so heavy a responsibility upon you.’

There was reason in what he said. Audrey made no reply. I heard her pen tapping on the desk and deduced her feelings. I, myself, felt like a prisoner who, having filed through the bars of his cell, is removed to another on the eve of escape. I had so braced myself up to endure till the end of term and no longer that this postponement of the day of release had a crushing effect.

Mr Abney coughed and lowered his voice confidentially.

‘I would stay myself, but the fact is, I am called to London on very urgent business, and shall be unable to return for a day or so. My late pupil, the–ah–the Earl of Buxton, has been–I can rely on your discretion, Mr Burns–has been in trouble with the authorities at Eton, and his guardian, an old college friend of mine–the–in fact, the Duke of Bessborough, who, rightly or wrongly, places–er–considerable reliance on my advice, is anxious to consult me on the matter. I shall return as soon as possible, but you will readily understand that, in the circumstances, my time will not be my own. I must place myself unreservedly at–ah–Bessborough’s disposal.’

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