Brookfield, my correspondent, writes that last week he observed him in the moonlight at an advanced hour gazing up at his window.Whose window? Brookfield's?Yes, sir. Presumably under the impression th...
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...
Feminine psychology is admittedly odd, sir. The poet Pope...Never mind about the poet Pope, Jeeves.No, sir.
This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.
Bertie, it is imperative that you marry.But, dash it all...
Jeeves, I said, those spats.Yes, sir?You really dislike them?Intensely, sir.You don't think time might induce you to change your views?No, sir.
Boko looked at me, and raised his eyebrows. I looked at Boko, and raised my eyebrows. Nobby looked at us both, and raised her eyebrows. Then we looked at Stilton, and all raised our eyebrows. It was o...
He looked at me like Lillian Gish coming out of a swoon.Is this Bertie Wooster talking? he said, pained.Yes, it jolly well is!
It can't be done, old thing. Sorry, but it's out of the question. I couldn't go through all that again.Not for me?Not for a dozen more like you.I never thought, said Bingo sorrowfully, to hear those w...
Hallo, Bertie.Hallo, old turnip. Where have you been all this while?Oh, here and there! Ripping weather we're having, Bertie.Not bad.I see the Bank Rate is down again.No, really?Disturbing news from L...
He was one of those supercilious striplings who give you the impression that you went to the wrong school and that your clothes don't fit.This is Oswald, said Bingo.What, I replied cordially, could be...
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