Bertie shakes his head in dismay at the recollection of Aunt Agatha that Wander's question brings to his mind.

"If you knew Aunt A, the thought to ask would not cross your mind. She is a fire-breathing Aunt who chews on glass and crushes hapless nephews. She is always insisting that this Wooster requires a wife to mould me like a jelly, and flings beazels at me to do the job."