Lab
Library
Journal
Shop
Sign in
to keep
Share image
1
264
Right Ho, Jeeves
·
P. G. Wodehouse
64
“It
all
depends,”
I
said.
“I
may
remain.
I
may
push
on.
My
plans
are
uncertain.”
He
nodded
listlessly,
rather
in
the
manner
of
a
man
who
did
not
give
a
damn
what
I
did,
and
stood
gazing
out
over
the
sunlit
garden.
In
build
and
appearance,
Tuppy
somewhat
resembles
a
bulldog,
and
his
aspect
now
was
that
of
one
of
these
fine
animals
who
has
just
been
refused
a
slice
of
cake.
It
was
not
difficult
for
a
man
of
my
discernment
to
read
what
was
in
his
mind,
and
it
occasioned
me
no
surprise,
therefore,
when
his
next
words
had
to
do
with
the
subject
marked
with
a
cross
on
the
agenda
paper.
“You’ve
heard
of
this
business
of
mine,
I
suppose?
Me
and
Angela?”
“I
have,
indeed,
Tuppy,
old
man.”
“We’ve
bust
up.”
“I
know.
Some
little
friction,
I
gather,
in
re
Angela’s
shark.”
“Yes.
I
said
it
must
have
been
a
flatfish.”
“So
my
informant
told
me.”
“Who
did
you
hear
it
from?”
“Aunt
Dahlia.”
“I
suppose
she
cursed
me
properly?”
“Oh,
no.”
“Beyond
referring
to
you
in
one
passage
as
‘this
blasted
Glossop’,
she
was,
I
thought,
singularly
temperate
in
her
language
for
a
woman
who
at
one
time
hunted
regularly
with
the
Quorn.
All
the
same,
I
could
see,
if
you
don’t
mind
me
saying
so,
old
man,
that
she
felt
you
might
have
behaved
with
a
little
more
tact.”
“Tact!”
“And
I
must
admit
I
rather
agreed
with
her.
Was
it
nice,
Tuppy,
was
it
quite
kind
to
take
the
bloom
off
Angela’s
shark
like
that?
You
must
remember
that
Angela’s
shark
is
very
dear
to
her.
Could
you
not
see
what
a
sock
on
the
jaw
it
would
be
for
the
poor
child
to
hear
it
described
by
the
man
to
whom
she
had
given
her
heart
as
a
flatfish?”
Marker
Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
