“Another time. …”
“Sir?”
“Oh, nothing. … Not all the soda, Jeeves.”
“Very good, sir.”
He started to drift out.
“Oh, Jeeves!”
“Sir?”
“I wish … that is … I think … I mean. … Oh, nothing!”
“Very good, sir. The cigarettes are at your elbow, sir. Dinner will be ready at a quarter to eight precisely, unless you desire to dine out?”
“No. I’ll dine in.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Jeeves!”
“Sir?”
“Oh, nothing!” I said.
“Very good, sir,” said Jeeves.