will excuse me, sir, was that I would scarcely have thought Miss Wickham a suitable—”
“Jeeves,” I said coldly, “if you have anything to say against that lady, it had better not be said in my presence.”
“Very good, sir.”
“Or anywhere else, for that matter. What is your kick against Miss Wickham?”
“Oh, really, sir!”
“Jeeves, I insist. This is a time for plain speaking. You have beefed about Miss Wickham. I wish to know why.”
“It merely crossed my mind, sir, that for a gentleman of your description Miss Wickham is not a suitable mate.”
“What do you mean by a gentleman of my description?”
“Well, sir—”
“Jeeves!”
“I beg your pardon, sir. The expression escaped me inadvertently.