SUMMER LIGHTNING, by P.G.WODEHOUSE

In yet another break I am re-reading this P. G. Wodehouse classic. In the opening paragraphs Blanding Castle's stuffy butler Beach is reading a Society article in the summer sunshine. (England is almost always sunny in Wodehouse.) He's startled from his reverie by someone whispering, "Psst" from the laurel bush. I know I've read this novel several times before, but I've again succumbed to the comic Blandings world.