Right Ho, Jeeves

“I thought it would be fun.” “Fun!” “And so it has been. I’ve had a lot of fun out of it. You should have seen Tuppy’s face when I told him.” A sudden bright light shone upon me. “Ha! A gesture!” “What?” “You got engaged to Gussie just to score off Tuppy?” “I did.” “Well, then, that was what I was saying. It was a gesture.” “Yes, I suppose you could call it that.” “And I’ll tell you something else I’ll call it--viz. a dashed low trick. I’m surprised at you, young Angela.” “I don’t see why.” I curled the lip about half an inch. “Being a female, you wouldn’t. You gentler sexes are like that. You pull off the rawest stuff without a pang. You pride yourselves on it. Look at Jael, the wife of Heber.” “Where did you ever hear of Jael, the wife of Heber?” “Possibly you are not aware that I once won a Scripture-knowledge prize at school?” “Oh, yes. I remember Augustus mentioning it in his speech.” “Quite,” I said, a little hurriedly. I had no wish to be reminded of Augustus’s speech. “Well, as I say, look at Jael, the wife of Heber. Dug spikes into the guest’s coconut while he was asleep, and then went swanking about the place like a Girl Guide. No wonder they say, ‘Oh, woman, woman!’” “Who?” “The chaps who do. Coo, what a sex! But you aren’t proposing to keep this up, of course?” “Keep what up?” “This rot of being engaged to Gussie.”