The Code of the Woosters (1)

by P.G. Wodehouse

It is, of course, an axiom, as I have heard Jeeves call it, that the smaller the man, the louder the check suit, and old Bassett’s apparel was in keeping with his lack of inches. Prismatic is the only word for those frightful tweeds

Aunt Dahlia drew a deep breath. A sort of Soul’s Awakening look had come into her face. “Good old blackmail! You can’t beat it. I’ve always said so and I always shall. It works like magic in an emergency. Bertie,”

"Well, you certainly are the most wonderful woolly baa-lamb that ever stepped.” “Thank you, miss.”

Jeeves, you really are a specific dream-rabbit.”