there’s anything more, is there? Tell Mr. Todd where I am when he gets here.”
“Very good, sir.”
I looked round the place.
The moment of parting had come. I felt sad.
The whole thing reminded me of one of those melodramas where they drive chappies out of the old homestead into the snow.
“Goodbye, Jeeves,” I said.
“Goodbye, sir.”
And I staggered out.
You know, I rather think I agree with those poet-and-philosopher Johnnies who insist that a fellow ought to be devilish pleased if he has a bit of trouble.
All that stuff about being refined by suffering, you know.
Suffering does give a chap a sort of broader and more sympathetic outlook. It helps you to understand other people’s misfortunes if you’ve been through the same thing yourself.