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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
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Yes,
most
decidedly,
Cannes
was
the
point
d’appui.
Right
ho,
then.
Let
me
marshal
my
facts.
I
went
to
Cannes--leaving
Jeeves
behind,
he
having
intimated
that
he
did
not
wish
to
miss
Ascot--round
about
the
beginning
of
June.
With
me
travelled
my
Aunt
Dahlia
and
her
daughter
Angela.
Tuppy
Glossop,
Angela’s
betrothed,
was
to
have
been
of
the
party,
but
at
the
last
moment
couldn’t
get
away.
Uncle
Tom,
Aunt
Dahlia’s
husband,
remained
at
home,
because
he
can’t
stick
the
South
of
France
at
any
price.
So
there
you
have
the
layout--Aunt
Dahlia,
Cousin
Angela
and
self
off
to
Cannes
round
about
the
beginning
of
June.
All
pretty
clear
so
far,
what?
We
stayed
at
Cannes
about
two
months,
and
except
for
the
fact
that
Aunt
Dahlia
lost
her
shirt
at
baccarat
and
Angela
nearly
got
inhaled
by
a
shark
while
aquaplaning,
a
pleasant
time
was
had
by
all.
On
July
the
twenty-fifth,
looking
bronzed
and
fit,
I
accompanied
aunt
and
child
back
to
London.
At
seven
p.m.
on
July
the
twenty-sixth
we
alighted
at
Victoria.
And
at
seven-twenty
or
thereabouts
we
parted
with
mutual
expressions
of
esteem--they
to
shove
off
in
Aunt
Dahlia’s
car
to
Brinkley
Court,
her
place
in
Worcestershire,
where
they
were
expecting
to
entertain
Tuppy
in
a
day
or
two;
I
to
go
to
the
flat,
drop
my
luggage,
clean
up
a
bit,
and
put
on
the
soup
and
fish
preparatory
to
pushing
round
to
the
Drones
for
a
bite
of
dinner.
And
it
was
while
I
was
at
the
flat,
towelling
the
torso
after
a
much-needed
rinse,
that
Jeeves,
as
we
chatted
of
this
and
that--picking
up
the
threads,
as
it
were--suddenly
brought
the
name
of
Gussie
Fink-Nottle
into
the
conversation.
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