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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
126
It
was
with
an
uplifted
heart
that
I
addressed
Jeeves
as
he
came
in
to
remove
the
tea
tray.
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“Jeeves,”
I
said.
“Sir?”
“I’ve
just
been
having
a
chat
with
young
Tuppy,
Jeeves.
Did
you
happen
to
notice
that
he
wasn’t
looking
very
roguish
this
morning?”
“Yes,
sir.
It
seemed
to
me
that
Mr.
Glossop’s
face
was
sicklied
o’er
with
the
pale
cast
of
thought.”
“Quite.
He
met
my
cousin
Angela
in
the
larder
last
night,
and
a
rather
painful
interview
ensued.”
“I
am
sorry,
sir.”
“Not
half
so
sorry
as
he
was.
She
found
him
closeted
with
a
steak-and-kidney
pie,
and
appears
to
have
been
a
bit
caustic
about
fat
men
who
lived
for
food
alone.”
“Most
disturbing,
sir.”
“Very.
In
fact,
many
people
would
say
that
things
had
gone
so
far
between
these
two
nothing
now
could
bridge
the
chasm.
A
girl
who
could
make
cracks
about
human
pythons
who
ate
nine
or
ten
meals
a
day
and
ought
to
be
careful
not
to
hurry
upstairs
because
of
the
danger
of
apoplectic
fits
is
a
girl,
many
people
would
say,
in
whose
heart
love
is
dead.
Wouldn’t
people
say
that,
Jeeves?”
“Undeniably,
sir.”
“They
would
be
wrong.”
“You
think
so,
sir?”
“I
am
convinced
of
it.
I
know
these
females.
You
can’t
go
by
what
they
say.”
“You
feel
that
Miss
Angela’s
strictures
should
not
be
taken
too
much
au
pied
de
la
lettre,
sir?”
“Eh?”
“In
English,
we
should
say
‘literally’.”
“Literally.
That’s
exactly
what
I
mean.
You
know
what
girls
are.
A
tiff
occurs,
and
they
shoot
their
heads
off.
But
underneath
it
all
the
old
love
still
remains.
Am
I
correct?”
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