Tell me, Jeeves, I said. Suppose you were in a shop taking out of the lending library and a clergyman's daughter came in and without so much as a preliminary 'Hullo, there' said to you, 'Has he broug...
NOW, touching this business of old Jeeves – my man, you know – how do we stand? Lots of people think I’m much too dependent on him. My Aunt Agatha, in fact, has even gone so far as to call him my keep...
I felt most awfully braced. I felt as if the clouds had rolled away and all was as it used to be. I felt like one of those chappies in the novels who calls off the fight with his wife in the last chap...
I don’t know if you have had the same experience, but the snag I always come up against when I’m telling a story is this dashed difficult problem of where to begin it.
Feminine psychology is admittedly odd, sir. The poet Pope...""Never mind about the poet Pope, Jeeves.""No, sir.""There are times when one wants to hear all about the poet Pope and times when one doesn...
I said, 'Don't talk rot, Old Tom Travers.I am not accustomed to talk rot, he said.Then, for a beginner, I said, you do it dashed well.
There are, of course, three ways to hide behind a sofa.
Feminine psychology is admittedly odd, sir. The poet Pope...Never mind about the poet Pope, Jeeves.No, sir.
Jeeves, I said. A rummy communication has arrived. From Mr. Glossop.Indeed, sir?I will read it to you. Handed in at Upper Bleaching. Message runs as follows:When you come tomorrow, bring my football b...
Jeeves, of course, is a gentleman’s gentlemen, not a butler, but if the call comes, he can buttle with the best of them.