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Author: P. G. Wodehouse
By P. G. Wodehouse
MISUNDERSTOOD [1910]
II
"The window?"
"Cobra!"
III
Dear Oakes,
IV
"Sir?"
"No!"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
VII
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"Um."
"Um."
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"Eating!"
Eve stamped.
"How dare you speak to me like that,
Mr. Rayner?"
"Mr. Rayner!"
"Sit down."
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It was towards the middle of the second
week of his visit that Eve, coming into
the drawing-room before dinner, found
Peter standing in front of the fire. They
had not been alone together for several
days.
"No."
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"She would!"
"Indeed, sir?"
*****
"Yes, sir."
"Where is he?"
"In prison!"
"Precisely, sir."
"Yes, sir."
"Good night."
"Good night!"
"But, I say, George, old man!"
"Sir?"
He popped off.
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"Right-o!"
"Fish-face!"
"Pip-pip!"
It must have been about a week after this
rummy little episode that George Caffyn
called me up and asked me if I would
care to go and see a run-through of his
show. "Ask Dad," it seemed, was to
open out of town in Schenectady on the
following Monday, and this was to be a
sort of preliminary dress-rehearsal. A
preliminary dress-rehearsal, old George
explained, was the same as a regular
dress-rehearsal inasmuch as it was apt
to look like nothing on earth and last into
the small hours, but more exciting
because they wouldn't be timing the
piece and consequently all the blighters
who on these occasions let their angry
passions rise would have plenty of
scope for interruptions, with the result
that a pleasant time would be had by all.
"Pop!"
"Always!"
"Pop!"
"Yes, darling?"
"He's a pill!"
"What!"
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"Sir?"
"That's rum!"
"Sir?"
"Good-bye?"
"Toodle-oo!"
"Jeeves!"
"Sir?"
"Sir?"
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It's a rummy thing, but I had finished
breakfast and gone out and got as far as
the lift before I remembered what it was
that I had meant to do to reward Jeeves
for his really sporting behaviour in this
matter of the chump Cyril. It cut me to
the heart to do it, but I had decided to
give him his way and let those purple
socks pass out of my life. After all, there
are times when a cove must make
sacrifices. I was just going to nip back
and break the glad news to him, when
the lift came up, so I thought I would
leave it till I got home.
"Eh? What?"
"Decidedly, sir."
"Yes, sir."
"Hallo!"
"No?"
"No."
"No."
"Fine," I said.
He seemed dissatisfied.
"You don't think she's the most
wonderful girl you ever saw?" he said
wistfully.
"Oh, ah!"
"Carry on."
"What case?"
"My problem."
"What problem?"
"Ah!"
"Undoubtedly," I said.
I wasn't in the least surprised at Bingo
wanting to lug Jeeves into his private
affairs like this. It was the first thing I
would have thought of doing myself if I
had been in any hole of any description.
As I have frequently had occasion to
observe, he is a bird of the ripest
intellect, full of bright ideas. If anybody
could fix things for poor old Bingo, he
could.
"Jeeves."
"Sir?"
"The cook?"
"Yes, sir."
"No."
"No."
"Precisely, sir."
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"When?"
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I'm bound to say that the more I
contemplated the binge, the less I liked
it. It was all very well for Bingo to say
that I was slated for a magnificent lunch;
but what good is the best possible lunch
to a fellow if he is slung out into the
street on his ear during the soup course?
However, the word of a Wooster is his
bond and all that sort of rot, so at one-
thirty next day I tottered up the steps of
No. 16, Pounceby Gardens, and punched
the bell. And half a minute later I was up
in the drawing-room, shaking hands with
the fattest man I have ever seen in my
life.
"What!"
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"Absolutely!" I said.
"Good Lord!"
I sat up.
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"Sir?"
"She's handed you the mitten and gone
and got engaged to old Mr.
Little!"
"Indeed, sir?"
"Yes, sir."
"Every week."
"Reggie, I do them."
"You what?"
He winced.
"Not to my knowledge."
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They were married quietly. I held the
towel for Archie, and a spectacled girl
with a mouth like a rat-trap, who was
something to do with the Woman's
Movement, saw fair play for Eunice.
And then they went off to Scotland for
their honeymoon. I wondered how the
Doughnuts were going to get on in old
Archie's absence, but it seemed that he
had buckled down to it and turned out
three months' supply in advance. He told
me that long practice had enabled him to
Doughnut almost without conscious
effort. When he came back to London he
would give an hour a week to them and
do them on his head. Pretty soft! It
seemed to me that the marriage was
going to be a success.
One gets out of touch with people when
they marry. I am not much on the social-
call game, and for nearly six months I
don't suppose I saw Archie more than
twice or three times. When I did, he
appeared sound in wind and limb, and
reported that married life was all to the
velvet, and that he regarded bachelors
like myself as so many excrescences on
the social system. He compared me, if I
remember rightly, to a wart, and
advocated drastic treatment.
"Yes. Why?"
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BELLINGWOOD BRACKETT
DISCOVERS
ENGLISH GENIUS
——-
PAYS STUPENDOUS PRICE FOR
YOUNG ARTIST'S PICTURE
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HITHERTO UNKNOWN
FUTURIST RECEIVED £2,000
And in he came.
"Look!" he said.
She looked.
"Archie!"
He sighed.
"Revolted?"
It was a voice.
"Yes, sir?"
"Yes, sir."
1.F.
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