"Jeeves was on a deck chair outside the back door, reading Spinoza with the cat Augustus on his lap.  I had given him the Spinoza at Christmas and he was constantly immersed in it.  I hadn’t dipped into it myself, but he tells me it is good ripe stuff, well worth perusal.

He would have risen at my approach, but I begged him to remain seated, for I knew that Augustus, like L. P. Runkle, resented being woken suddenly, and one always wants to consider a cat’s feelings.”