"Bertie, come here a moment." Came Father's voice from the dining room. I drug my toes with every step as I had already been dismissed from dinner. Being called back could not be a good thing.
I entered the room and saw all the guests seated in their chairs, looking expectantly at me and Father. Father came to stand behind me and placed one hand on either shoulder.
"Young Bertie here has quite a talent for quoting Scripture, don't you Bertie?"
"Yes, sir."
"In fact, last week after Sunday service, he told me how the vicar got a passage wrong. Didn't you, Bertie?"
"Yes, sir."
I didn't like where this was headed, but assumed agreeing with Father was most likely the best route.
"Bertie, what I'd like you to do is-"
"Bertram Wilberforce Wooster you get up here right this instant and get that disgusting creature out of my room!" screamed my sister from the top of the stairs.
Father stood stock still for a moment before releasing me. "Perhaps some other time, then, Bertie."