Very Good, Jeeves!

by P.G. Wodehouse

the psychology of the individual.’

should Miss Bellinger be a witness of Mr Glossop appearing to disadvantage in public, she would cease to entertain affection for him.

He was plainly feeling about as good as a man can feel and still remain on his feet.

‘You aren’t going to stand there and tell me that Miss Bellinger sang “Sonny Boy”, too!’

a sound like the rolling of distant thunder;

in the sinister affair of Tuppy Glossop and the hot-water bottle,

I suppose he thinks the child’s intelligence is exactly the same as an average audience’s and—’

You remember saying to me once that there wasn’t anything in the world you wouldn’t do for me?’

‘You sit there and tell me you haven’t enough sense to steer clear of a girl who calls herself Gwladys?

spot of art.’

spot of art

It would have been awful if Beatrice had found out about Gwladys.

Then, once more observing ‘Coo!’ (or ‘Goo!’), he sprang forward, trod on the golf-ball I had been practising putting with, and took one of the finest tosses I have ever witnessed.

My visit here must be strictly incog.

‘You aren’t telling me that this foul kid came out without leave?’

‘Not necessarily, sir. The alternative scheme which I was about to propose—’

in the sort of circs in

my Aunt Dahlia stands alone in the grim regiment of my aunts as a real good sort and a chirpy sportsman. She is the one, if you remember, who married old Tom Travers and, with the assistance of Jeeves, lured Mrs Bingo Little’s French cook, Anatole, away from Mrs B. L. and into her own employment.

‘You don’t mean Aunt Agatha’s loathly son?’

good kitchen-maids nowadays are about as rare as original Holbeins.

the psychology of the individual.

he had marooned a Cabinet Minister on an island in the lake, at Aunt Agatha’s place in Hertfordshire—in

Jeeves And The Impending Doom

‘Something to do with the psychology of the individual?’

If ever there was a kid whose whole appearance seemed to call aloud to any right-minded boy to lure him into a quiet spot and inflict violence upon him, that kid was undeniably Sebastian Moon.

Mrs B., if you remember, before her marriage, was the celebrated female novelist, Rosie M. Banks,

the psychology of the individual

Well, the long day wore on,

of hot Scotch-and-water with a spot of lemon in it.

the psychology of the individual.

There was not a drop of petrol in the tank.

He let all the petrol out of the tank when you sent him to fetch the machine—

‘The hot Scotch-and-water with a spot of lemon in it.’

‘East Dulwich, the cognoscenti inform me.’

the psychology of the individual—

Well! Why, George Wooster and me—Piggy, I used to call him—were going off to the registrar’s, only his family heard of it and interfered.

betted me one night at the Drones that I wouldn’t swing myself across the swimming-bath by the ropes and rings

flirting with a dog-girl?’

Cora Bellinger was the female’s name. She was studying for Opera, and

on the second Sunday before Septuagesima.

In fact, I have seen swamps that were drier than this particular bit of ground.

he rose on stepping-stones of his dead self, if you follow me, to higher things. And in