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Freddie Rooke gazed coldly at the breakfast-table. Through a gleaming eye-glass he inspected the revolting object which Barker, his faithful man, had placed on a plate before him."Barker!… More...

Freddie Rooke gazed coldly at the breakfast-table. Through a gleaming eye-glass he inspected the revolting object which Barker, his faithful man, had placed on a plate before him."Barker!" His voice had a ring of pain."Sir?"What's this?"Poached egg, sir."Freddie averted his eyes with a silent shudder."It looks just like an old aunt of mine," he said. "Remove it!"He got up, and, wrapping his dressing-gown about his long legs, took up a stand in front of the Freddie Rooke gazed coldly at the breakfast-table. Through a gleaming eye-glass he inspected the revolting object which Barker, his faithful man, had placed on a plate before him."Barker!" His voice had a ring of pain."Sir?"What's this?"Poached egg, sir."Freddie averted his eyes with a silent shudder."It looks just like an old aunt of mine," he said. "Remove it!"He got up, and, wrapping his dressing-gown about his long legs, took up a stand in front of the fireplace. From this position he surveyed the room, his shoulders against the mantelpiece, his calves pressing the club fender. It was a cheerful oasis in a chill and foggy world, a typical London bachelor's breakfast-room. The walls were a restful grey, and the table, set for two, a comfortable arrangement in white and silver."Eggs, Barker," said Freddie solemnly, "are the acid test!"Yes, sir?"If, on the morning after, you can tackle a poached egg, you are all right. If not, not. And don't let anybody tell you otherwise."No, sir."Freddie pressed the palm of his hand to his brow, and sighed. EBooks, Books~~Fiction~~General, Jill-the-Reckless~~P-G-Wodehouse, 999999999, Jill the Reckless, P. G. Wodehouse, 0150322607, HM, , , , , HM<