Right Ho, Jeeves

He did so, and I commenced to don. “Well, Jeeves,” I said, reaching for the underlinen, “here we are again at Brinkley Court in the county of Worcestershire.” “Yes, sir.” “A nice mess things seem to have gone and got themselves into in this rustic joint.” “Yes, sir.” “The rift between Tuppy Glossop and my cousin Angela would appear to be serious.” “Yes, sir. Opinion in the servants’ hall is inclined to take a grave view of the situation.” “And the thought that springs to your mind, no doubt, is that I shall have my work cut out to fix things up?” “Yes, sir.” “You are wrong, Jeeves. I have the thing well in hand.” “You surprise me, sir.” “I thought I should. Yes, Jeeves, I pondered on the matter most of the way down here, and with the happiest results. I have just been in conference with Mr. Glossop, and everything is taped out.” “Indeed, sir? Might I inquire----” “You know my methods, Jeeves. Apply them. Have you,” I asked, slipping into the shirt and starting to adjust the cravat, “been gnawing on the thing at all?” “Oh, yes, sir. I have always been much attached to Miss Angela, and I felt that it would afford me great pleasure were I to be able to be of service to her.” “A laudable sentiment. But I suppose you drew blank?” “No, sir. I was rewarded with an idea.” “What was it?” “It occurred to me that a reconciliation might be effected between Mr. Glossop and Miss Angela by appealing to that instinct which prompts gentlemen in time of peril to hasten to the rescue of----”