4. Hold (1/4)
Given my master's practice of putting his intimate experiences down on paper, you have no doubt heard about what Mr. Glossop once termed "The Bike Ride."
I have indeed – much to my regret – once sent Mr. Wooster out into a storm, in the middle of the night, under false pretences. Everything had worked out as I planned… perhaps too well. Afterwards, I folded him into blankets and served him tea to battle against the cold. I held his head, gently and guiltily drying his hair. He forgave me without question.
And yet… Mr. Wooster lied.
This is not what happened.
