Going for a stroll to stretch his legs after his long journey, Colonel Wedge had supposed himself to be alone with nature. The shock of discovering that what he had taken for a pile of old clothes was alive and a relation by marriage, caused him to speak a little sharply.
"Good God, Clarence, is that you? What on earth are you doing out here this time of night?"
Lord Emsworth had no secrets from his nearest and dearest. He replied that he was listening to his pig. And the statement caused his companion to wince as if some old wound had troubled him. Egbert Wedge had long held the view that the head of the family into which he had married approached more closely to the purely cuckoo every time he saw him. But, this seemed to mark a bigger stride in that direction than usual.
"Listening to your pig?" he said, in an almost awestruck voice. And paused for a moment, digesting this information.