To complete the character-study of Mr. Worple, he was a man of extremely
uncertain temper, and his general tendency was to think that Corky was a poor
chump and that whatever step he took in any direction on his own account, was
just another proof of his innate idiocy. I should imagine Jeeves feels very
much the same about me.
So when Corky trickled into my apartment one afternoon, shooing a girl in
front of him, and said, “Bertie, I want you to meet my fiancée, Miss Singer,”
the aspect of the matter which hit me first was precisely the one which he had
come to consult me about. The very first words I spoke were, “Corky, how about
your uncle?”