"Quite so, quite so. Just like your whatsits, only diminished." He spreads his hands out to indicate the size. "It was dashed hard to get the fingers on one hand to do one sort of movement while meanwhile the fingers on the other hand are doing something completely unlike what the afore mentioned first fingers are doing. To be honest, I gave it up as a non potest after a few months and returned to the welcoming ivory bosom of the pianoforte."

"I say..." Bertie peers around the instrument. "Are you...?" He lowers his voice and leans in close. "Getting in the negative on the ledger where hair is concerned? Because man to...mannish orange person...I've noticed that I've been getting a little thin up top myself, and I've been trying out this hair tonic that Tuppy Glossop recommended to me. I would be more than happy to share, if you're interested."