You see before you, Jeeves, a toad beneath the harrow.” “Yes, sir. The trousers perhaps a quarter of an inch higher, sir. One aims at the carelessly graceful break over the instep. It is a matter of the nicest adjustment.” “Like that?” “Admirable, sir.” I sighed. “There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself ‘Do trousers matter?’.” “The mood will pass, sir.” “I don’t see why it should.
