that the young master was in the soup and that it was up to him to rally round, that I couldn’t help pointing out how the happy ending had been snaffled without any help from him.
“So that’s that, Jeeves,” I said. “The episode is concluded. I knew things would sort themselves out if one gave them time and didn’t get rattled. Many chaps in my place would have got rattled, Jeeves.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Gone rushing about, I mean, asking people for help and advice and so forth.”
“Very possibly, sir.”
“But not me, Jeeves.”
“No, sir.”
I left him to brood on it.
Even the thought that I’d got to go to Harrogate with Uncle George couldn’t depress me that Saturday when I gazed