Right Ho, Jeeves

“Odd, sir.” “What is?” “Odd, sir, that the contents of that note should have been as you describe. It seemed to me that Miss Bassett, when she handed me the communication, was far from being in a happy frame of mind.” “She is far from being in a happy frame of mind. You don’t suppose she really wants to marry me, do you? Pshaw, Jeeves! Can’t you see that this is simply another of those bally gestures which are rapidly rendering Brinkley Court a hell for man and beast? Dash all gestures, is my view.” “Yes, sir.” “Well, what’s to be done?” “You feel that Miss Bassett, despite what has occurred, still retains a fondness for Mr. Fink-Nottle, sir?” “She’s pining for him.” “In that case, sir, surely the best plan would be to bring about a reconciliation between them.” “How? You see. You stand silent and twiddle the fingers. You are stumped.” “No, sir. If I twiddled my fingers, it was merely to assist thought.” “Then continue twiddling.” “It will not be necessary, sir.” “You don’t mean you’ve got a bite already?” “Yes, sir.” “You astound me, Jeeves. Let’s have it.” “The device which I have in mind is one that I have already mentioned to you, sir.” “When did you ever mention any device to me?” “If you will throw your mind back to the evening of our arrival, sir. You were good enough to inquire of me if I had any plan to put forward with a view to bringing Miss Angela and Mr. Glossop together, and I ventured to suggest----”