Ancient Mariner.
“So you will start at once, won’t you, Bertie?”
I didn’t hesitate.
“Rather!” I said. “Of course I will.”
Jeeves came in with the tea.
“Jeeves,” I said, “we start for America on Saturday.”
“Very good, sir,” he said; “which suit will you wear?”
New York is a large city conveniently situated on the edge of America, so that you step off the liner right on to it without an effort.
You can’t lose your way. You go out of a barn and down some stairs, and there you are, right in among it.
The only possible objection any reasonable chappie could find to the place is that they loose you into it from the boat at such an ungodly hour.
I left Jeeves to get my baggage safely past an aggregation