Right Ho, Jeeves

ater. In that case, I would simply have said, "Listen," and she would have said, "What?" and I would have said, "You know Gussie Fink-Nottle," and she would have said, "Yes," and I wo

nt the whole thing over and

f night. There was a fag-end of sunset still functioning. Stars were beginning to peep out, bats were fooling round, the garden was full of the aroma of those niffy white flowers which only start to put in their heavy work at the end of the day--in short,

l who was expecting somethin

her members of the Drones say the same thing about themselves. I remember Pongo Twistleton telling me that he was out in a gondola with a girl by moonlig

ater when the girl said she thought it was getting a

to this girl about aching hearts, but you want a cue for that sort of thing. And when, toddling along, we reached the e

t of goo

diverse objects as a French actress, a Provencal filling station, the sunset over the Estorels, Michael Arlen, a man selling coloured spectacles, the deep vel

tle chap operating in a detach

," I

if it feel

ouldn't t

ust have b

E

a tear, a wee bit star is born in the Milky W

seem to me to check up with her statement that the stars w

in supposing that the stars were not germane to the issue. Quite a decent cue

rabbits, several of which were mes

The littl

f shedding

bunnies come out to have their little suppers? When I was a child, I used to think that rabbits

ust the sort of loony thing I should have expected

ly, "it may interest you to know that th

n aglow with what I supposed was a pretty animation, clouded. She un

fe is very s

ple. This aching he

all through a foolish misunderstanding about a shark. What a tragedy misunderstandings are. Th

e had got the

alking abo

heart i

ing. But so is s

d at me,

e? Mr. Glosso

I d

Trav

he ear-hole, but I would have given a shilling to be able to do it. There seemed to

unt Dahlia

he is dread

of Tuppy's row with Angela. It's aching for a different reason

r voice, when she spoke, was w

ht on the bull's

r. Woo

believe in love

, ind

fell in love at first sight, and ever since it's be

er been able to understand anyone wanting to do. Though I suppose, if you face it squarely, they're no worse than spinach. Sh

and from the tone of her voice, I

asions that the difficulty is to plant the main idea, to get the general outline of the thing well fixed. The rest is

it--this aching heart--can't bring itself up to the scratch and tell you the position of affairs, because your profile has gone and gi

her eyes had become moistish. Drenched

u a hand

ou. I'm quit

same way, but with me the act of talking anything in the nature of real mashed potatoes always induces a

is, Fair Rosamund, at some sort of pageant in aid of the Distressed Daughters of the Clergy. It involved some rather warmish medieval dialogue, I recall, racy of

uid Bertram who, hearing his _vis-a-vis_ give a coupl

say any more

n't going t

derst

ad to he

you mean. I suspected this at Cannes, when you used to stand and star

centrating on Gussie's interests that it hadn't so much as crossed my mind that another and an unfortunate cons

explain to her that she has got hold of entirely the wrong end of the stick and that he hadn't the smallest intention of suggesting anything of the kind. He must simply

y fists till I shouldn't wonder if the knuckles didn't stand out whi

and there was that same dumb, yearning look in your eyes when we met this evening. And then you were so insistent that I should come out

though, as I say, I am convinced that these are not the sole ingredients--had been shot into me, I expanded like some lo

afraid it is

pa

le," she

scaffold that I didn't get on to it for

ho," I sa

sor

all r

than I

e it anoth

still be

rat

t it; keep what has happened as a te

olut

ng lovely and fragrant

ender--

to bring her short French vamp down on, and I longed to tell her that it was all right, and that Bertram, so far from being the victim of des

could," sh

for my attensh ha

u as you would l

, a

an't. I'

Faults on both

, Mr.--no, I think I must

rat

e are real

ui

. And if things were d

E

mon memory.... You have a right to know.... I don't

ave been dismissed as such. But the Woosters are quicker-witted than the ordinary and can re

there's so

no

ve with some

no

ged,

she shook

ot eng

ssie might as well scratch his name off the entry list, and I didn't at all like the prospect of having to break

to find another. He was so manifestly a bird who, having failed to score in the first chukker, would turn the thing up and spend the rest of his life brooding over his newts and growing long grey w

. At least, he has said nothing. You understan

rat

brought back to me--I don't know why--the picture of my Aunt Agatha, as Boadicea, reciting at that pageant I was speaking of. "It's a silly little story. I was staying with some friends

ath when, having climbed out of my suit of chain mail and sneaked off to the local pub, I entered the saloon bar and requested mine host to start pouring. A moment later, a tankard of their specia

dog that day; the animal wasn't a pin-cushion--and became aware that Gussie, who an instant before had, to all appearances, gone so far back in the betting as not to be worth a quotation,

r pardon?"

a jaun

o write tonight without fail. If you don't mind, I think I'll be going

sie came sidling out

ress. Already, I felt, as I legged it back to the house, the happy ending must have begun to function. I mean to say, when you leave a girl and a man, each of whom

seemed to me to have earned two-pen

eeded