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Right Ho, Jeeves
·
P. G. Wodehouse
246
And
as
if
this
were
not
bad
enough,
Tuppy
had
to
shove
his
oar
in.
“That’s
right,”
said
Tuppy.
“Bertie
has
always
been
a
great
cyclist.
I
remember
at
Oxford
he
used
to
take
all
his
clothes
off
on
bump-supper
nights
and
ride
around
the
quad,
singing
comic
songs.
Jolly
fast
he
used
to
go
too.”
“Then
he
can
go
jolly
fast
now,”
said
Aunt
Dahlia
with
animation.
“He
can’t
go
too
fast
for
me.
He
may
also
sing
comic
songs,
if
he
likes....
And
if
you
wish
to
take
your
clothes
off,
Bertie,
my
lamb,
by
all
means
do
so.
But
whether
clothed
or
in
the
nude,
whether
singing
comic
songs
or
not
singing
comic
songs,
get
a
move
on.”
I
found
speech:
“But
I
haven’t
ridden
for
years.”
“Then
it’s
high
time
you
began
again.”
“I’ve
probably
forgotten
how
to
ride.”
“You’ll
soon
get
the
knack
after
you’ve
taken
a
toss
or
two.
Trial
and
error.
The
only
way.”
“But
it’s
miles
to
Kingham.”
“So
the
sooner
you’re
off,
the
better.”
“But----”
“Bertie,
dear.”
“But,
dash
it----”
“Bertie,
darling.”
“Yes,
but
dash
it----”
“Bertie,
my
sweet.”
And
so
it
was
arranged.
Presently
I
was
moving
sombrely
off
through
the
darkness,
Jeeves
at
my
side,
Aunt
Dahlia
calling
after
me
something
about
trying
to
imagine
myself
the
man
who
brought
the
good
news
from
Ghent
to
Aix.
The
first
I
had
heard
of
the
chap.
“So,
Jeeves,”
I
said,
as
we
reached
the
shed,
and
my
voice
was
cold
and
bitter,
“this
is
what
your
great
scheme
has
accomplished!
Tuppy,
Angela,
Gussie
and
the
Bassett
not
on
speaking
terms,
and
self
faced
with
an
eight-mile
ride----”
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