Right Ho, Jeeves

“What has he got against Pierrots?” “I don’t think he objects to Pierrots as Pierrots. But in my case he thought a Pierrot wouldn’t be adequate.” “I don’t follow that.” “He said that the costume of Pierrot, while pleasing to the eye, lacked the authority of the Mephistopheles costume.” “I still don’t get it.” “Well, it’s a matter of psychology, he said.” There was a time when a remark like that would have had me snookered. But long association with Jeeves has developed the Wooster vocabulary considerably. Jeeves has always been a whale for the psychology of the individual, and I now follow him like a bloodhound when he snaps it out of the bag. “Oh, psychology?” “Yes. Jeeves is a great believer in the moral effect of clothes. He thinks I might be emboldened in a striking costume like this. He said a Pirate Chief would be just as good. In fact, a Pirate Chief was his first suggestion, but I objected to the boots.” I saw his point. There is enough sadness in life without having fellows like Gussie Fink-Nottle going about in sea boots. “And are you emboldened?” “Well, to be absolutely accurate, Bertie, old man, no.” A gust of compassion shook me. After all, though we had lost touch a bit of recent years, this man and I had once thrown inked darts at each other. “Gussie,” I said, “take an old friend’s advice, and don’t go within a mile of this binge.” “But it’s my last chance of seeing her. She’s off tomorrow to stay with some people in the country. Besides, you don’t know.”