“No, sir.”
“Still, there it is.”
“Thank you very much, sir.”
I got up.
“It’s pretty late,” I said, “but I think I’ll dress and go out and have a bite somewhere. I feel like having a whirl of some kind after two weeks at Harrogate.”
“Yes, sir. I will unpack your clothes.”
“Oh, Jeeves,” I said, “did Peabody and Simms send those soft silk shirts?”
“Yes, sir. I sent them back.”
“Sent them back!”
“Yes, sir.”
I eyed him for a moment. But I mean to say. I mean, what’s the use?
“Oh, all right,” I said. “Then lay out one of the gents’ stiff-bosomed.”
“Very good, sir,” said Jeeves.