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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
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“I
see
exactly
what
you
mean.
That’s
just
what
I
want
to
be
able
to
do--work
up
to
it.
And
in
London--curse
the
place--everything’s
in
such
a
rush
that
you
don’t
get
a
chance.”
“Quite.
You
see
a
girl
alone
for
about
five
minutes
a
day,
and
if
you
want
to
ask
her
to
be
your
wife,
you’ve
got
to
charge
into
it
as
if
you
were
trying
to
grab
the
gold
ring
on
a
merry-go-round.”
“That’s
right.
London
rattles
one.
I
shall
be
a
different
man
altogether
in
the
country.
What
a
bit
of
luck
this
Travers
woman
turning
out
to
be
your
aunt.”
“I
don’t
know
what
you
mean,
turning
out
to
be
my
aunt.
She
has
been
my
aunt
all
along.”
“I
mean,
how
extraordinary
that
it
should
be
your
aunt
that
Madeline’s
going
to
stay
with.”
“Not
at
all.
She
and
my
Cousin
Angela
are
close
friends.
At
Cannes
she
was
with
us
all
the
time.”
“Oh,
you
met
Madeline
at
Cannes,
did
you?
By
Jove,
Bertie,”
said
the
poor
lizard
devoutly,
“I
wish
I
could
have
seen
her
at
Cannes.
How
wonderful
she
must
have
looked
in
beach
pyjamas!
Oh,
Bertie----”
“Quite,”
I
said,
a
little
distantly.
Even
when
restored
by
one
of
Jeeves’s
depth
bombs,
one
doesn’t
want
this
sort
of
thing
after
a
hard
night.
I
touched
the
bell
and,
when
Jeeves
appeared,
requested
him
to
bring
me
telegraph
form
and
pencil.
I
then
wrote
a
well-worded
communication
to
Aunt
Dahlia,
informing
her
that
I
was
sending
my
friend,
Augustus
Fink-Nottle,
down
to
Brinkley
today
to
enjoy
her
hospitality,
and
handed
it
to
Gussie.
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