"Ah, he's a chap infused with the Viking spirit," Bertie said. "I understand. My valet Jeeves is the same. Keeps looking at me in a shockingly soupy way and leaving information booklets on his preferred location around the flat!"
"Well, I like to bash out some of the latest things on the piano and sing along. I doubt I'd find myself on the professional stage, but I do well enough with things from musical comedies and the like."
Bertie let out a surprised laugh. "Well, if it were at all possible I would introduce her to my Aunt Dahlia, and then perhaps the old dear wouldn't come to me every time she wants something purloined from its lawful owner! It's not as though I'm even any good at it!"
Bertie felt a flash of offence at Rose's remarks, which was quickly swallowed by a guilty consciousness of how right she was. He sighed. "I hope you're right. I've never been one for making an effort, or all my masters at Eton would have been a great deal happier with me. I shall do my best, though."