“Well, listen. You could easily engage her in a sort of friendly romp, if you know what I mean, in the course of which it would be simple to…well, something in the nature of a jocular embrace…” I checked him sharply. There are limits, and we Woosters recognize them. “Gussie, are you suggesting that I prod Stiffy’s legs?” “Yes.” “Well, I’m not going to.” “Why not?” “We need not delve into my reasons,” I said, stiffly. “Suffice it that the shot is not on the board.”
