“I mean to say, I know perfectly well that I’ve got, roughly speaking, half the amount of brain a normal bloke ought to possess. And when a girl comes along who has about twice the regular allowance she too often makes a beeline for me with the love-light in her eyes. I don’t know how to account for it, but it is so.”
“It may be Nature’s provision for maintaining the balance of the species, sir.”
“Very possibly. Anyway, it has happened to me over and over again. It was what happened in the case of Honoria Glossop. She was notoriously one of the brainiest women of her year at Girton and she just gathered me in like a bull pup swallowing a piece of steak.”
“Miss Pringle, I am informed, sir, was an even more brilliant scholar than Miss Glossop.”
“Well, there you are! Jeeves, she looks at me.”
“Yes, sir?”
“I keep meeting her on the stairs and in passages.”
“Indeed, sir?”
“She recommends me books to read, to improve my mind.”
“Highly suggestive, sir.”
“And at breakfast this morning, when I was eating a sausage, she told me I shouldn’t, as modern medical science held that a four-inch sausage contained as many germs as a dead rat. The maternal touch, you understand; fussing over my health.”
“I think we may regard that, sir, as practically conclusive!”
I sank into a chair, thoroughly pipped.