he cannot kick his old head master in the stomach and tell him to take his beastly essays on ‘The Old School Cloisters’ elsewhere, because he has an inferiority complex. So what about it, Jeeves?”
“I fear I have no plan which I could advance with any confidence on the spur of the moment, sir.”
“You want time to think, eh?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Take it, Jeeves, take it. You may feel brainier after a night’s sleep. What is it Shakespeare calls sleep, Jeeves?”
“Tired Nature’s sweet restorer, sir.”
“Exactly. Well, there you are, then.”
You know, there’s nothing like sleeping on a thing. Scarcely had I woken up next morning when