Right Ho, Jeeves

“Oh?” “Yes, sir.” I mused awhile. “You certainly seem to have fixed things.” “Yes, sir.” “Tuppy and Angela are once more betrothed. Also Gussie and the Bassett; Uncle Tom appears to have coughed up that money for Milady’s Boudoir. And Anatole is staying on.” “Yes, sir.” “I suppose you might say that all’s well that ends well.” “Very apt, sir.” I mused again. “All the same, your methods are a bit rough, Jeeves.” “One cannot make an omelette without breaking eggs, sir.” I started. “Omelette! Do you think you could get me one?” “Certainly, sir.” “Together with half a bot. of something?” “Undoubtedly, sir.” “Do so, Jeeves, and with all speed.” I climbed into bed and sank back against the pillows. I must say that my generous wrath had ebbed a bit. I was aching the whole length of my body, particularly toward the middle, but against this you had to set the fact that I was no longer engaged to Madeline Bassett. In a good cause one is prepared to suffer. Yes, looking at the thing from every angle, I saw that Jeeves had done well, and it was with an approving beam that I welcomed him as he returned with the needful. He did not check up with this beam. A bit grave, he seemed to me to be looking, and I probed the matter with a kindly query: “Something on your mind, Jeeves?” “Yes, sir. I should have mentioned it earlier, but in the evening’s disturbance it escaped my memory, I fear I have been remiss, sir.”