A rough check brings the Master's published books up to 78, and this is his 90th year -- time for the faithful who have been ""played upon like stringed instruments"" these many seasons to ""spring forth with pastoral dances."" Again Jeeves shimmers in with the necessary kippers and salvation as storm clouds gather within the extensive preserves of Aunt Dahlia (she's the merry but brass-lunged ancestor). Three sets of lovers in pursuit, politics, a purloined porringer, and popping a Butler's Club volume of scandalous notations is the work of the moment. And there is the threat of the perfidious Spode (Lord Sidcup, remember?) who mentions in passing his plan to ""butter [Bertie] over the front lawn and dance on the fragments in hobnailed boots."" But the tie that binds Jeeves to Bertie brings the lark back to the meadow and the devoted to this familiar oasis of civilized frivolity.