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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
50
My
heart
sank.
Could
Aunt
Dahlia
have
slept
on
it
and
changed
her
mind?
Could
Gussie,
unable
to
face
the
ordeal
confronting
him,
have
legged
it
during
the
night
down
a
water-pipe?
With
these
speculations
racing
through
the
bean,
I
tore
open
the
envelope
And
as
I
noted
contents
I
uttered
a
startled
yip.
“Sir?”
said
Jeeves,
pausing
at
the
door.
I
read
the
thing
again.
Yes,
I
had
got
the
gist
all
right.
No,
I
had
not
been
deceived
in
the
substance.
“Jeeves,”
I
said,
“do
you
know
what?”
“No,
sir.”
“You
know
my
cousin
Angela?”
“Yes,
sir.”
“You
know
young
Tuppy
Glossop?”
“Yes,
sir.”
“They’ve
broken
off
their
engagement.”
“I
am
sorry
to
hear
that,
sir.”
“I
have
here
a
communication
from
Aunt
Dahlia,
specifically
stating
this.
I
wonder
what
the
row
was
about.”
“I
could
not
say,
sir.”
“Of
course
you
couldn’t.
Don’t
be
an
ass,
Jeeves.”
“No,
sir.”
I
brooded.
I
was
deeply
moved.
“Well,
this
means
that
we
shall
have
to
go
down
to
Brinkley
today.
Aunt
Dahlia
is
obviously
all
of
a
twitter,
and
my
place
is
by
her
side.
You
had
better
pack
this
morning,
and
catch
that
12.45
train
with
the
luggage.
I
have
a
lunch
engagement,
so
will
follow
in
the
car.”
“Very
good,
sir.”
I
brooded
some
more.
“I
must
say
this
has
come
as
a
great
shock
to
me,
Jeeves.”
“No
doubt,
sir.”
“A
very
great
shock.
Angela
and
Tuppy....
Tut,
tut!
Why,
they
seemed
like
the
paper
on
the
wall.
Life
is
full
of
sadness,
Jeeves.”
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