“Jeeves,” I said, looking in on him one afternoon on my return from the club, “I don’t want to interrupt you.”
“No, sir?”
“But I would like a word with you.”
“Yes, sir?”
He had been packing a few of the Wooster necessaries in the old kit-bag against our approaching visit to the seaside, and he now rose and stood bursting with courteous zeal.
“Jeeves,” I said, “a somewhat disturbing situation has arisen with regard to a pal of mine.”
“Indeed, sir?”
“You know Mr. Bullivant?”
“Yes, sir.”