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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
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“Oh,
years
and
years.”
“Imagine!
Though,
of
course,
there
must
have
been
a
time
when
you
were
a
new
friend....
Hullo,
the
luncheon
gong.
Come
on,
old
friend.”
And,
rising
from
the
bed
like
a
performing
flea,
he
made
for
the
door.
I
followed
rather
pensively.
What
had
occurred
was,
of
course,
so
much
velvet,
as
you
might
say.
I
mean,
I
had
wanted
a
braced
Fink-Nottle--
indeed,
all
my
plans
had
had
a
braced
Fink-Nottle
as
their
end
and
aim
--but
I
found
myself
wondering
a
little
whether
the
Fink-Nottle
now
sliding
down
the
banister
wasn’t,
perhaps,
a
shade
too
braced.
His
demeanour
seemed
to
me
that
of
a
man
who
might
quite
easily
throw
bread
about
at
lunch.
Fortunately,
however,
the
settled
gloom
of
those
round
him
exercised
a
restraining
effect
upon
him
at
the
table.
It
would
have
needed
a
far
more
plastered
man
to
have
been
rollicking
at
such
a
gathering.
I
had
told
the
Bassett
that
there
were
aching
hearts
in
Brinkley
Court,
and
it
now
looked
probable
that
there
would
shortly
be
aching
tummies.
Anatole,
I
learned,
had
retired
to
his
bed
with
a
fit
of
the
vapours,
and
the
meal
now
before
us
had
been
cooked
by
the
kitchen
maid--as
C3
a
performer
as
ever
wielded
a
skillet.
This,
coming
on
top
of
their
other
troubles,
induced
in
the
company
a
pretty
unanimous
silence--a
solemn
stillness,
as
you
might
say--which
even
Gussie
did
not
seem
prepared
to
break.
Except,
therefore,
for
one
short
snatch
of
song
on
his
part,
nothing
untoward
marked
the
occasion,
and
presently
we
rose,
with
instructions
from
Aunt
Dahlia
to
put
on
festal
raiment
and
be
at
Market
Snodsbury
not
later
than
3.30.
This
leaving
me
ample
time
to
smoke
a
gasper
or
two
in
a
shady
bower
beside
the
lake,
I
did
so,
repairing
to
my
room
round
about
the
hour
of
three.
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