He put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed, and I took a refreshing sip. Just right, as usual. Not too hot, not too sweet, not too weak, not too strong, not too much milk, and not a drop spilled in the saucer. A most amazing cove, the Saviour. So dashed competent in every respect. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I mean to say, take just one small instance. Every other poster I've ever known used to barge into my threads in the morning while I was still asleep, causing much misery; but the Saviours seems to know when I'm awake by a sort of telepathy. He always floats in with the cup exactly two minutes after I come to life. Makes a deuce of a lot of difference to a fellow's day.