But what?”
“It is somewhat difficult to make a suggestion, sir.”
“Well, what I’m going to do for a start is to take him down to Marvis Bay with me. I know these birds who have been handed their hat by the girl of their dreams, Jeeves. What they want is complete change of scene.”
“There is much in what you say, sir.”
“Yes. Change of scene is the thing. I heard of a man. Girl refused him. Man went abroad. Two months later girl wired him: ‘Come back, Muriel.’ Man started to write out a reply, suddenly found that he couldn’t remember girl’s surname, so never answered at all, and lived happily ever after. It may well be, Jeeves, that after Freddie Bullivant has had a few weeks of Marvis Bay he will get completely over it.”
“Very possibly, sir.”
“And, if not, it is quite likely that, refreshed by sea air and good simple food, you will get a brainwave and think up some scheme for bringing these two misguided blighters together again.”
“I will do my best, sir.”
“I knew it, Jeeves, I knew it. Don’t forget to put in plenty of socks.”
“No, sir.”
“Also of tennis shirts not a few.”
“Very good, sir.”
I left him to his packing, and a couple of days later we started off for Marvis Bay, where I had taken a cottage for July and August.
I don’t know if you know Marvis Bay? It’s in Dorsetshire,