Right Ho, Jeeves

“The point is that, as far as Tuppy and Angela are concerned, we may say with confidence that everything will shortly be hotsy-totsy once more. And what an agreeable thought that is, Jeeves.” “Very true, sir.” “If there is one thing that gives me the pip, it is two loving hearts being estranged.” “I can readily appreciate the fact, sir.” I placed the stub of my gasper in the ash tray and lit another, to indicate that that completed Chap. I. “Right ho, then. So much for the western front. We now turn to the eastern.” “Sir?” “I speak in parables, Jeeves. What I mean is, we now approach the matter of Gussie and Miss Bassett.” “Yes, sir.” “Here, Jeeves, more direct methods are required. In handling the case of Augustus Fink-Nottle, we must keep always in mind the fact that we are dealing with a poop.” “A sensitive plant would, perhaps, be a kinder expression, sir.” “No, Jeeves, a poop. And with poops one has to employ the strong, forceful, straightforward policy. Psychology doesn’t get you anywhere. You, if I may remind you without wounding your feelings, fell into the error of mucking about with psychology in connection with this Fink-Nottle, and the result was a wash-out. You attempted to push him over the line by rigging him out in a Mephistopheles costume and sending him off to a fancy-dress ball, your view being that scarlet tights would embolden him. Futile.” “The matter was never actually put to the test, sir.”