"Stone and I had a discussion about early-morning fielding practice," said Adair, turning to Mike. Mike said nothing. "I thought his fielding wanted working up a bit, so I told him to turn out at six tomorrow morning. He said he wouldn't, so we argued it out. He's going to all right. So is Robinson." Mike remained silent. "So are you," said Adair. "I get thinner and thinner," said Psmith from the mantelpiece. Mike looked at Adair, and Adair looked at Mike, after the manner of two dogs before they fly at one another. There was an electric silence in the study. Psmith peered with increased earnestness into the glass. "Oh?" said Mike at last. "What makes you think that?" "I don't think. I know." "Any special reason for my turning out?" "Yes." "What's that?" "You're going to play for the school against the M.C.C. tomorrow, and I want you to get some practice." "I wonder how you got that idea!" "Curious I should have done, isn't it?" "Very. You aren't building on it much, are you?" said Mike politely. "I am, rather," replied Adair, with equal courtesy. "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed." "I don't think so." "My eyes," said Psmith regretfully, "are a bit close together. However," he added philosophically, "it's too late to alter that now." Mike drew a step closer to Adair. "What makes you think I shall play against the M.C.C.?" he asked curiously. "I'm going to make you." Mike took another step forward. Adair moved to meet him. "Would you care to try now?" said Mike. For just one second the two drew themselves together preparatory to beginning the serious business of the interview, and in that second Psmith, turning from the glass, stepped between them. "Get out of the light, Smith," said Mike. Psmith waved him back with a deprecating gesture. "My dear young friends," he said placidly, "if you _will_ let your angry passions rise, against the direct advice of Doctor Watts, I suppose you must. But when you propose to claw each other in my study, in the midst of a hundred fragile and priceless ornaments, I lodge a protest. If you really feel that you want to scrap, for goodness' sake do it where there's some room. I don't want all the study furniture smashed. I know a bank whereon the wild thyme grows, only a few yards down the road, where you can scrap all night if you want to. How would it be to move on there? Any objections? None. Then shift ho! And let's get it over." 26 CLEARING THE AIR Psmith was one of those people who lend a dignity to everything they touch. Under his auspices the most unpromising ventures became somehow enveloped in an atmosphere of measured stateliness. On the present occasion, what would have been, without his guiding hand, a mere unscientific scramble, took on something of the impressive formality of the National Sporting Club.