PAST EVENTS AT WITNEY BLANKET HALL

   I shall always remember the morning he came. It so happened that the night before I had been present at a rather cheery little supper, and I was feeling pretty rocky.
   I crawled off the sofa and opened the door. 
   “I was sent by the agency, sir,” he said. “I was given to understand that you required a valet.”
   I’d have preferred an undertaker; but I told him to stagger in, and he floated noiselessly through the doorway like a healing zephyr. 
   That impressed me from the start... This fellow didn't seem to have any feet at all. He just streamed in. Then he seemed to flicker, and wasn’t there any longer. I heard him moving about in the kitchen, and presently he came back with a glass on a tray.
   “If you would drink this, sir,” he said, “It is a little preparation of my own invention.”
   I would have clutched at anything that looked like a life-line that morning. I swallowed the stuff....  then everything seemed suddenly to get all right. The sun shone in through the window; birds twittered in the tree-tops; and, generally speaking, hope dawned once more.
   “You're engaged!” I said, as soon as I could say anything.
   “Thank you, sir. My name is Jeeves.”