Right Ho, Jeeves

“Yes, sir.” “It seems to me, Jeeves, that the ceremony may be one fraught with considerable interest.” “Yes, sir.” “What, in your opinion, will the harvest be?” “One finds it difficult to hazard a conjecture, sir.” “You mean imagination boggles?” “Yes, sir.” I inspected my imagination. He was right. It boggled. -17- “And yet, Jeeves,” I said, twiddling a thoughtful steering wheel, “there is always the bright side.” Some twenty minutes had elapsed, and having picked the honest fellow up outside the front door, I was driving in the two-seater to the picturesque town of Market Snodsbury. Since we had parted--he to go to his lair and fetch his hat, I to remain in my room and complete the formal costume--I had been doing some close thinking. The results of this I now proceeded to hand on to him. “However dark the prospect may be, Jeeves, however murkily the storm clouds may seem to gather, a keen eye can usually discern the blue bird. It is bad, no doubt, that Gussie should be going, some ten minutes from now, to distribute prizes in a state of advanced intoxication, but we must never forget that these things cut both ways.” “You imply, sir----” “Precisely. I am thinking of him in his capacity of wooer. All this ought to have put him in rare shape for offering his hand in marriage. I shall be vastly surprised if it won’t turn him into a sort of caveman. Have you ever seen James Cagney in the movies?”