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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
210
“What?
Oh,
very
hearty
congratulations.”
“Thanks.
Yes,
I
worked
on
him
like
a
beaver
after
I
got
back
this
afternoon,
and
finally,
vowing
he
would
ne’er
consent,
he
consented.
He
stays
on,
praises
be,
and
the
way
I
look
at
it
now
is
that
God’s
in
His
heaven
and
all’s
right
with----”
She
broke
off.
The
door
had
opened,
and
we
were
plus
a
butler.
“Hullo,
Seppings,”
said
Aunt
Dahlia.
“I
thought
you
had
gone.”
“Not
yet,
madam.”
“Well,
I
hope
you
will
all
have
a
good
time.”
“Thank
you,
madam.”
“Was
there
something
you
wanted
to
see
me
about?”
“Yes,
madam.
It
is
with
reference
to
Monsieur
Anatole.
Is
it
by
your
wish,
madam,
that
Mr.
Fink-Nottle
is
making
faces
at
Monsieur
Anatole
through
the
skylight
of
his
bedroom?”
-20-
There
was
one
of
those
long
silences.
Pregnant,
I
believe,
is
what
they’re
generally
called.
Aunt
looked
at
butler.
Butler
looked
at
aunt.
I
looked
at
both
of
them.
An
eerie
stillness
seemed
to
envelop
the
room
like
a
linseed
poultice.
I
happened
to
be
biting
on
a
slice
of
apple
in
my
fruit
salad
at
the
moment,
and
it
sounded
as
if
Carnera
had
jumped
off
the
top
of
the
Eiffel
Tower
on
to
a
cucumber
frame.
Aunt
Dahlia
steadied
herself
against
the
sideboard,
and
spoke
in
a
low,
husky
voice:
“Faces?”
“Yes,
madam.”
“Through
the
skylight?”
“Yes,
madam.”
“You
mean
he’s
sitting
on
the
roof?”
“Yes,
madam.
It
has
upset
Monsieur
Anatole
very
much.”
I
suppose
it
was
that
word
“upset”
that
touched
Aunt
Dahlia
off.
Experience
had
taught
her
what
happened
when
Anatole
got
upset.
I
had
always
known
her
as
a
woman
who
was
quite
active
on
her
pins,
but
I
had
never
suspected
her
of
being
capable
of
the
magnificent
burst
of
speed
which
she
now
showed.
Pausing
merely
to
get
a
rich
hunting-field
expletive
off
her
chest,
she
was
out
of
the
room
and
making
for
the
stairs
before
I
could
swallow
a
sliver
of--I
think--banana.
And
feeling,
as
I
had
felt
when
I
got
that
telegram
of
hers
about
Angela
and
Tuppy,
that
my
place
was
by
her
side,
I
put
down
my
plate
and
hastened
after
her,
Seppings
following
at
a
loping
gallop.
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