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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
178
He
paused,
and
beamed
rather
freely,
to
show
that
this
was
comedy.
I
could
have
told
the
man
it
was
no
use.
Not
a
ripple.
The
corn
chandler
leaned
against
me
and
muttered
“Whoddidesay?”
but
that
was
all.
It’s
always
a
nasty
jar
to
wait
for
the
laugh
and
find
that
the
gag
hasn’t
got
across.
The
bearded
bloke
was
visibly
discomposed.
At
that,
however,
I
think
he
would
have
got
by,
had
he
not,
at
this
juncture,
unfortunately
stirred
Gussie
up
again.
“In
other
words,
though
deprived
of
Mr.
Plomer,
we
have
with
us
this
afternoon
Mr.
Fink-Nottle.
I
am
sure
that
Mr.
Fink-Nottle’s
name
is
one
that
needs
no
introduction
to
you.
It
is,
I
venture
to
assert,
a
name
that
is
familiar
to
us
all.”
“Not
to
you,”
said
Gussie.
And
the
next
moment
I
saw
what
Jeeves
had
meant
when
he
had
described
him
as
laughing
heartily.
“Heartily”
was
absolutely
the
mot
juste.
It
sounded
like
a
gas
explosion.
“You
didn’t
seem
to
know
it
so
dashed
well,
what,
what?”
said
Gussie.
And,
reminded
apparently
by
the
word
“what”
of
the
word
“Wattle,”
he
repeated
the
latter
some
sixteen
times
with
a
rising
inflection.
“Wattle,
Wattle,
Wattle,”
he
concluded.
“Right-ho.
Push
on.”
But
the
bearded
bloke
had
shot
his
bolt.
He
stood
there,
licked
at
last;
and,
watching
him
closely,
I
could
see
that
he
was
now
at
the
crossroads.
I
could
spot
what
he
was
thinking
as
clearly
as
if
he
had
confided
it
to
my
personal
ear.
He
wanted
to
sit
down
and
call
it
a
day,
I
mean,
but
the
thought
that
gave
him
pause
was
that,
if
he
did,
he
must
then
either
uncork
Gussie
or
take
the
Fink-Nottle
speech
as
read
and
get
straight
on
to
the
actual
prize-giving.
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