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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
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However,
a
Wooster’s
word
is
his
bond.
Woosters
may
quail,
but
they
do
not
edge
out.
Only
the
keenest
ear
could
have
detected
the
tremor
in
the
voice
as
I
asked
her
if
she
would
care
to
come
out
for
half
an
hour.
“Lovely
evening,”
I
said.
“Yes,
lovely,
isn’t
it?”
“Lovely.
Reminds
me
of
Cannes.”
“How
lovely
the
evenings
were
there!”
“Lovely,”
I
said.
“Lovely,”
said
the
Bassett.
“Lovely,”
I
agreed.
That
completed
the
weather
and
news
bulletin
for
the
French
Riviera.
Another
minute,
and
we
were
out
in
the
great
open
spaces,
she
cooing
a
bit
about
the
scenery,
and
self
replying,
“Oh,
rather,
quite,”
and
wondering
how
best
to
approach
the
matter
in
hand.
-10-
How
different
it
all
would
have
been,
I
could
not
but
reflect,
if
this
girl
had
been
the
sort
of
girl
one
chirrups
cheerily
to
over
the
telephone
and
takes
for
spins
in
the
old
two-seater.
In
that
case,
I
would
simply
have
said,
“Listen,”
and
she
would
have
said,
“What?”
and
I
would
have
said,
“You
know
Gussie
Fink-Nottle,”
and
she
would
have
said,
“Yes,”
and
I
would
have
said,
“He
loves
you,”
and
she
would
have
said
either,
“What,
that
mutt?
Well,
thank
heaven
for
one
good
laugh
today,”
or
else,
in
more
passionate
vein,
“Hot
dog!
Tell
me
more.”
I
mean
to
say,
in
either
event
the
whole
thing
over
and
done
with
in
under
a
minute.
But
with
the
Bassett
something
less
snappy
and
a
good
deal
more
glutinous
was
obviously
indicated.
What
with
all
this
daylight-saving
stuff,
we
had
hit
the
great
open
spaces
at
a
moment
when
twilight
had
not
yet
begun
to
cheese
it
in
favour
of
the
shades
of
night.
There
was
a
fag-end
of
sunset
still
functioning.
Stars
were
beginning
to
peep
out,
bats
were
fooling
round,
the
garden
was
full
of
the
aroma
of
those
niffy
white
flowers
which
only
start
to
put
in
their
heavy
work
at
the
end
of
the
day--in
short,
the
glimmering
landscape
was
fading
on
the
sight
and
all
the
air
held
a
solemn
stillness,
and
it
was
plain
that
this
was
having
the
worst
effect
on
her.
Her
eyes
were
enlarged,
and
her
whole
map
a
good
deal
too
suggestive
of
the
soul’s
awakening
for
comfort.
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