honest word. Starting at sudden noises and whatnot.
And no sympathy from Jeeves. That was what cut me to the quick.
The man was still thoroughly pipped about the hat and tie, and simply wouldn’t rally round.
One morning I wanted comforting so much that I sank the pride of the Woosters and appealed to the fellow direct.
“Jeeves,” I said, “this is getting a bit thick!”
“Sir?” Business and cold respectfulness.
“You know what I mean. This lad seems to have chucked all the principles of a well-spent boyhood. He has got it up his nose!”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, I shall get blamed, don’t you know. You know what my Aunt Agatha is!”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very well, then.”
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